Hold You

Been through a lot of shit, made it out with common sense
Niggas want acknowledgement, but all that shit is politics
We did all kinda shit on this dirty road to riches
Kickin' doors and hoppin' fences shit I saw was not my business
Grew up but traumatized lotta niggaz lost they lives
Me I monopolized everything I thought inside
Sat here and jotted down everything I want and need
You try to stop it now and imma make you pussys bleed
Born into this life I had no choice in this
Runnin' wit my niggas actin' loud being boisterous
Bitches gave me pussy off the rip and I enjoyed the shit
Let her think I want it all the time then avoid the bitch
Act like we had manners to the older ladies
Look we ain't taking shorts it ain't no debatin'
Money for the family was the motivation
We was stuck inside the city now we going places

Life ain't ain't what I seems, life ain't what it seems
You can have any thing In your wildest dreams
I took that vision out my head then I mapped it out
Saw the movie blank check and tried to act it out
Twin rose royces that's me and her
I can't do this in my own that would be absurd
Nigga felt alone for years, facing all my fears
Had to bury all my peers fighting back my tears
I get harder as the time go
Can't avoid your picture when my phone creating slide shows
Will I get to see you all again only god knows
After all we made in God's image with design flaws
Can't be sent to heaven just from dodgin' hell
Can't be dodgin' business hoping all is well
Gotta handle business and play your cards right
It don't matter if you see'em every star's bright



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Harper
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