Hold On
My brother got in some trouble but he just beat the case
If it's it bout my people know I'm going ape
Look "Evel Knievel" don't even wanna play
Keep it real with your people until you hit the grave
And I done really seen a lot of clowns dawg
Squares in your circle be your downfall
Thinking that you up but you down dawg
You don't get a dap or a pound dawg
A lot of fake love turn you into Rambo
I swear I just want it this time
Niggas don't understand how much I done put all on the line
Think before you cross me or ya dead, real gun line
Like you just missed the deadline nigga I'm talking lunch time
Like why you on the bench 4th quarter I'm at the pylon
Feeling like "The Nature Boy" taking on any pythons
Ain't we all a hundred until we all gotta buy something
Ain't nobody solid them hundreds steady be changing
Told my people just hold on
Take a little longer when from the bottom
Squares in your circle better watch 'em keep yo face and don't move wrong
A lot of niggas folding under pressure
And not knowing that the pressure make the diamonds
Only good as your tombstone while it's still pumping better find it
Your bestie switching on you they the climate
But I'd be got damn if I'm standing in a motherfucker face
And I'm begging for forgiveness Franky Lyman
Told my people just hold on I'ma make it right two rights get four wrongs
Never been the type who you could just fold on
Reminiscent state I still got Jabo's on
I'm stuck in my ways Frozone
Cheesing with them rats fuck around and get told on
Derrick Rose face like the soul gone
And I don't want to kick it with you laugh crack a joke leave it alone dawg
Off the cliff is where I threw the bone dog
I'm talking you my brother my round
Ain't it's crazy how I gotta watch how you get around
A lot of chatter from the sideline like you ain't in bounds
Nigga I swear opinions never mattered I make it happen and do me regardless
Take you out the picture bitch I'm the artist
Draw it up and execute bitch junior the sergeant or the general
To the top is somewhere that we finna to go
And I ain't really fucking with you suckers tentacles
It's crazy when that pressure hit
Niggas gone fold I turn to iron looking out for the team think I'm Bron Bron
I'on want to hear that bullshit let bygones be bygones
Fuck it I'm tryna buy guns
I gotta couple wild ones in my circle
Me my head straight but I could really turn to Urkel
Have you scared straight with no purpose
Give a fuck about a snake or a serpent if you trusting better make sure its worth it
Told my people just hold on
Take a little longer when from the bottom
Squares in your circle better watch 'em keep yo face and don't move wrong
A lot of niggas folding under pressure
And not knowing that the pressure make the diamonds
Only good as your tombstone while it's still pumping better find it
Your bestie switching on you they the climate
But I'd be got damn if I'm standing in a motherfucker face
And I'm begging for forgiveness Franky Lyman
Told my people just hold on
Two rights get four wrongs
Take a little longer when from the bottom
Two rights get four wrongs
If it's it bout my people know I'm going ape
Look "Evel Knievel" don't even wanna play
Keep it real with your people until you hit the grave
And I done really seen a lot of clowns dawg
Squares in your circle be your downfall
Thinking that you up but you down dawg
You don't get a dap or a pound dawg
A lot of fake love turn you into Rambo
I swear I just want it this time
Niggas don't understand how much I done put all on the line
Think before you cross me or ya dead, real gun line
Like you just missed the deadline nigga I'm talking lunch time
Like why you on the bench 4th quarter I'm at the pylon
Feeling like "The Nature Boy" taking on any pythons
Ain't we all a hundred until we all gotta buy something
Ain't nobody solid them hundreds steady be changing
Told my people just hold on
Take a little longer when from the bottom
Squares in your circle better watch 'em keep yo face and don't move wrong
A lot of niggas folding under pressure
And not knowing that the pressure make the diamonds
Only good as your tombstone while it's still pumping better find it
Your bestie switching on you they the climate
But I'd be got damn if I'm standing in a motherfucker face
And I'm begging for forgiveness Franky Lyman
Told my people just hold on I'ma make it right two rights get four wrongs
Never been the type who you could just fold on
Reminiscent state I still got Jabo's on
I'm stuck in my ways Frozone
Cheesing with them rats fuck around and get told on
Derrick Rose face like the soul gone
And I don't want to kick it with you laugh crack a joke leave it alone dawg
Off the cliff is where I threw the bone dog
I'm talking you my brother my round
Ain't it's crazy how I gotta watch how you get around
A lot of chatter from the sideline like you ain't in bounds
Nigga I swear opinions never mattered I make it happen and do me regardless
Take you out the picture bitch I'm the artist
Draw it up and execute bitch junior the sergeant or the general
To the top is somewhere that we finna to go
And I ain't really fucking with you suckers tentacles
It's crazy when that pressure hit
Niggas gone fold I turn to iron looking out for the team think I'm Bron Bron
I'on want to hear that bullshit let bygones be bygones
Fuck it I'm tryna buy guns
I gotta couple wild ones in my circle
Me my head straight but I could really turn to Urkel
Have you scared straight with no purpose
Give a fuck about a snake or a serpent if you trusting better make sure its worth it
Told my people just hold on
Take a little longer when from the bottom
Squares in your circle better watch 'em keep yo face and don't move wrong
A lot of niggas folding under pressure
And not knowing that the pressure make the diamonds
Only good as your tombstone while it's still pumping better find it
Your bestie switching on you they the climate
But I'd be got damn if I'm standing in a motherfucker face
And I'm begging for forgiveness Franky Lyman
Told my people just hold on
Two rights get four wrongs
Take a little longer when from the bottom
Two rights get four wrongs
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Writer(s): Jack Russell, Mark S. Kendall, Loren Black, Gary J. Holland
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