Lyrics Hilltop Hoods

Hilltop Hoods

H Is For...

The H is for Hilltop

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The H is for Hilltop

H is f-

The H is for Hilltop

H is for Hilltop

H is for Hilltop

The H is for Hilltop

H is f- H is for Hilltop

The H is for Hilltop

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The H is for Hilltop

Hilltop, yeah

I'm feeling like I'm MJ singing about Billie Jean

Lighting up the city street with every step that I take, you feeling me?

Silly me, I thought we all wanted each other to win but

I'm starting to think the ugliest things, the buddies I'm with the

People I'm 'round wanna cut that, cut that tall tree down

Holding me down, but fuck that, fuck that, get another shelf for the trophy lounge

I would never joke-joke around, I'm sorry but everybody that wanted smoke is now

Bodied, and broken down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, show me you palms, join up your thumbs

Take both your index fingers, and point up at the sun

The H is for Hilltop, yell the name

P Della maing, got more props than propeller planes

These cellophane rappers, you colourful but see-through

Fuck 'em all, I'll beat you butterballs the colour of a beetroot

And I ain't a tough guy, I'm a tired guy, I lost my

Patience, either way man I'm dangerous, the H is…

The H is for Hilltop

H is f- H is for Hilltop

The H is for Hilltop

H is f-

The H is for Hilltop

The H is for Hilltop

H is for Hilltop

H is f- H is for Hilltop

The H is for Hilltop

H is f-

The H is for Hilltop

I'm putting wraps on the chapter, been amassing a stature

For coming back with the rapture

Because I call my home wherever I roam on the cracked alabaster

I'm that flabbergasted by the fans and the passionate minds of the masses I captured

Y'all ain't fucking with us from dust unto dust until I'm ash in a casket

We wandered a path into time, ain't trod this far just to find

I could be forgotten in body or heart and the mind, won't stop till they martyr my dying

Hitting rock bottoms just part of the climb, chasing a wandering star and it's shine

And I'd rather do it harder than be another lost to the art of the rhyme

I'm trying to honour the discipline, find solace to live within, it's constant conditioning

Keeping my focus, rappers thinking they're woke just popping a Ritalin

So fuck a popular hit and then, sell it off any cost at a minimum

It's not I got a problem with listening, just ain't buying it, cognitive dissidence

I came in the door, no fame or accord, I scraped and I clawed

By grace of the lord fell straight on my swords, my name on the wall in the face of the law

In peace we're anticipating for war, no sedating the force of the rage in my core

I was never in doubt so say it out loud, you know by now what the H is for…

The H is for Hilltop

H is f- H is for Hilltop

The H is for Hilltop

H is f-

The H is for Hilltop

The H is for Hilltop

H is for Hilltop

H is f- H is for Hilltop

The H is for Hilltop

H is f-

The H is for Hilltop