Hold Ya Head (feat. L Dot G)
Growing up in poverty it used to never bother me
And now it's like we only make it if we hit the lottery
Pops told me back then never let it stop me
But as I got older heart got colder
So much weight on my shoulders it feel like I carry boulders
Got my cousin in the system he a victim of that shyt
If we sell it it's a crime so why not go hit a lick
Either way it go there's somebody talkin shyt
And these dudes don't make the situation better
End up tellin on yo dawg and they still writing letters ain't that clever
No it ain't don't give a fuck bout what they think
We just tryna feed our family and not knowing what they think
And we can't underestimate the situation
If they ain't in your shoes they can't tell you how to face it
But they basic and just think it's the simple life
We all live and learn I'm praying that I get it right ain't that right
This for my niggas on the yard hold ya head
I know it's fucked up when you just tryna get some bread
These niggas out here snitching it's corruption in the system
They hate to see a young nigga winning
This for my niggas on the yard hold ya head
I know it's fucked up when you just tryna get some bread
These's niggas out here snitching it's corruption in the system
They hate to see a real nigga winning
Collect calls to my phone when I be on the road
And I'm just counting down the days until you make it home
Say out of sight out of mind when you doing time
But that's my nigga we came up so imma hold him down
I got some shells with that pussy nigga name on em
On my life when I see him I'm gone bang on him
For all them crazy situations that he took you through
Just seen your daughter she getting bigger and she missing you
I hope you living like a King like you did when you was free
So imma keep dropping these cigs and whatever else you need
Imma keep dropping these phones so you ain't gotta write no letter
Just get your thoughts together perfect it and do it better
For them niggas who was hatin' fuck em we getter paper
Whips all foreign the bytches be tryna rape us
Motivation for all my niggas in the cell
Imma keep showing out until they let you outta jail
This for my niggas on the yard hold ya head
I know it's fucked up when you just tryna get some bread
These niggas out here snitching it's corruption in the system
They hate to see a young nigga winning
This for my niggas on the yard hold ya head
I know it's fucked up when you just tryna get some bread
These's niggas out here snitching it's corruption in the system
They hate to see a real nigga winning
And now it's like we only make it if we hit the lottery
Pops told me back then never let it stop me
But as I got older heart got colder
So much weight on my shoulders it feel like I carry boulders
Got my cousin in the system he a victim of that shyt
If we sell it it's a crime so why not go hit a lick
Either way it go there's somebody talkin shyt
And these dudes don't make the situation better
End up tellin on yo dawg and they still writing letters ain't that clever
No it ain't don't give a fuck bout what they think
We just tryna feed our family and not knowing what they think
And we can't underestimate the situation
If they ain't in your shoes they can't tell you how to face it
But they basic and just think it's the simple life
We all live and learn I'm praying that I get it right ain't that right
This for my niggas on the yard hold ya head
I know it's fucked up when you just tryna get some bread
These niggas out here snitching it's corruption in the system
They hate to see a young nigga winning
This for my niggas on the yard hold ya head
I know it's fucked up when you just tryna get some bread
These's niggas out here snitching it's corruption in the system
They hate to see a real nigga winning
Collect calls to my phone when I be on the road
And I'm just counting down the days until you make it home
Say out of sight out of mind when you doing time
But that's my nigga we came up so imma hold him down
I got some shells with that pussy nigga name on em
On my life when I see him I'm gone bang on him
For all them crazy situations that he took you through
Just seen your daughter she getting bigger and she missing you
I hope you living like a King like you did when you was free
So imma keep dropping these cigs and whatever else you need
Imma keep dropping these phones so you ain't gotta write no letter
Just get your thoughts together perfect it and do it better
For them niggas who was hatin' fuck em we getter paper
Whips all foreign the bytches be tryna rape us
Motivation for all my niggas in the cell
Imma keep showing out until they let you outta jail
This for my niggas on the yard hold ya head
I know it's fucked up when you just tryna get some bread
These niggas out here snitching it's corruption in the system
They hate to see a young nigga winning
This for my niggas on the yard hold ya head
I know it's fucked up when you just tryna get some bread
These's niggas out here snitching it's corruption in the system
They hate to see a real nigga winning
Credits
Writer(s): Louis Jackson Iii
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