Hold On
Hold OnTsu-Surf
We was ripping and running
Found a couple other hobbies now
Ain't got to rob, ain't got to cook and cut it/rock it now
Ain't what you know, it's who you know, connections drop it down
Shit was never white, it was more like a Bobby Brown
Daughter was born, I was cuffed, what would you do to hold her?
It's like asking a dehydrated, "What would you do for soda?"
I had plans, never met her, but I knew I owed her
Two straps, shit, they was trying to charge Super Soaker
Blood thicker than water but water taste better
So I wouldn't be shocked at any signature on any hate letter
These enemies come in the forms of friends now
Tenant the whip, that's a thirty, them clips extends now
Got a problem with straps, I need to let 'em go
But these niggas keep giving me reasons to let 'em go
Is my daddy proud, I'll never know
If I was eight again I'd have so much to tell him though
But I'm a kid with a kid, I do my own popping
Shit, I do pray that he home watching
Ain't play ball like he wanted
But I be doing something, I mean that's better than nothing
Nothing but dreams, truthful schemes where I live at
This rap shit, we live that
The cops took his life and won't give back
Fuck the shovel, I can't dig that
Mom's in outer space, don't even know where her kid at
And we digress
Since them [...] boys she stayed up in my projects
They say they get me but steady question my concept
We was ripping and running
Found a couple other hobbies now
Ain't got to rob, ain't got to cook and cut it/rock it now
Ain't what you know, it's who you know, connections drop it down
Shit was never white, it was more like a Bobby Brown
Daughter was born, I was cuffed, what would you do to hold her?
It's like asking a dehydrated, "What would you do for soda?"
I had plans, never met her, but I knew I owed her
Two straps, shit, they was trying to charge Super Soaker
Blood thicker than water but water taste better
So I wouldn't be shocked at any signature on any hate letter
These enemies come in the forms of friends now
Tenant the whip, that's a thirty, them clips extends now
Got a problem with straps, I need to let 'em go
But these niggas keep giving me reasons to let 'em go
Is my daddy proud, I'll never know
If I was eight again I'd have so much to tell him though
But I'm a kid with a kid, I do my own popping
Shit, I do pray that he home watching
Ain't play ball like he wanted
But I be doing something, I mean that's better than nothing
Nothing but dreams, truthful schemes where I live at
This rap shit, we live that
The cops took his life and won't give back
Fuck the shovel, I can't dig that
Mom's in outer space, don't even know where her kid at
And we digress
Since them [...] boys she stayed up in my projects
They say they get me but steady question my concept
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Harris Friedman, Shawn Mendes, Geoffrey Elliott Warburton
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