Hold On

Lyrics

[Intro] (Stop it, Tilla) Southside shit Free all my niggas, R.I.P. all my niggas How the fuck I end up here? (Yo, Smallz) Yeah [Verse 1] I was just servin' out the pack 'Lotta niggas say they was with me but they bap My heart was burnin', turned a nigga savage My cousin told me before the fame, "You having it" [Chorus] Turnt up my status, I swear, I stunt on haters Lean had my mind falling asleep, still I had no days off No Instagram, they followin' me Fuck around, take his face off After all the shit we done, how you turn around and lie on me? I was slidin' in the fast cars I swear, I did it 'fore no help, this for my brogad Whole lotta guns up in this bitch, they want me go off I was just ballin' with my dawg, get hard to hold on And when the family call, you know I answer every call [Verse 2] Foreign whips, stolen whips It's time to ride, is you ready to hop in this car? The way bro catch him in traffic, he skrrt like Nascar These long tennis sticks jam, this shit is like a jaw All of this pain, you told me, "All this shit gon' pay" It's part of the game, so you know I'm always having faith Had my stick back in the days and I still have it today Ain't have the racks back in the days, but bitch, I have it today And I'm a big spender Free BK, we was walking together That be my stepbrother Bitch, I'm active, I stay with ratchet Louis with Gallery Department, trap out apartments This all I knew, they told me, "Stop it" [Chorus] Turnt up my status, I swear, I stunt on haters Lean had my mind falling asleep, still I had no days off No Instagram, they followin' me Fuck around, take his face off After all the shit we done, how you turn around and lie on me? I was slidin' in the fast cars I swear, I did it 'fore no help, this for my brogad Whole lotta guns up in this bitch, they want me go off I was just ballin' with my dawg, get hard to hold on And when the family call, you know I answer every call [Verse 3] I been in tune, this what I been through Gamble my life with my bloodas, it get hard, they keep bool I seen them sitting around talkin' 'bout what they ain't do Bro, would you catch me off them drugs? 'Cause I might faint too Fuck what you did, you can't regret it Fuck all them niggas dead I ain't gon' name the blocks we bend Bet your life on it, bet your life, bitch Many nights I had to pray for this, still sit down, reminisce No hotel, but we spent days in, trappin' out your crib Seventeen like the motherland, for bro, we take a wig My temper bad, had to get up, go grind, that what I did Got two sticks, always keep my Glock, bro told me, "Pass the SIG" How you spend more than hundred bands? Shoutout my bro, he going spot to spot, he got a hundred bags You ain't got the pack of the Za', bet we beatin' tags Laser on Glock, we tryna tag a nigga, shoot like laser tag And you ain't tell me I was doing good, you little hatin' ass