Hold U
You're unbelievable Suedo
Ready?
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
Nigga
I'm a different kinda fucking breed
Last draft but I'm in the league
Last dragon glowing with the ease
She gonna hit my jack I know her type
Andre 3, I'm just the prototype
Niggas tracing me looking sketchy
I know admiration could be deadly
Hmm
It's a thin line between love and the hate
Beautiful gardens that's flooded with snakes
Niggas that kill you and chill at your wake
Hmm
Bitches a fuck you, expose you for clout
Then sell you out before you figure it out
You better watch who you let in your house
I got eyes out on all sides
Got me walking backwards Pharcyde
Get you penalized hopping offsides
Had to sacrifice and it cost lives
Got damn
We on the way to the sky
You in the way nigga bye
What my shorty yell while I'm rolling the L
Yea I'm sincere but it's harder to tell
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
Imma keep it all the way a buck
Promise imma keep it on a thou
Shit she had my heart in Jeopardy
Hit up Alex almost took a vowel
Now it's back to moving like I'm Heff
Shooting shots I pull up like I'm Steph
Pardon I mean Harden from the key
Yea my heart done hardened let it freeze
I'm in my own way it's me against me
My niggas is paid but none of us free
I'm thinking out loud they tell me it's fire
I hit up the cloud they send me wire
Know my account
They fill it I load up the bounce
I used to weigh up to an ounce
The skizzy was under the couch
Invitations to award shows
Pharrell adding niggas on the tape
I couldn't fathom this in section eight
The devil lying nigga God is great
Dinner finished need a bigger plate
Hungry like a nigga never ate
I begged my mamma for them Jordan 8's
But now she need a Jordan size estate
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
My shorty is thick
My pockets on guapy they thick
Ain't back in the day
I'm popping now bitch
Ready?
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
Nigga
I'm a different kinda fucking breed
Last draft but I'm in the league
Last dragon glowing with the ease
She gonna hit my jack I know her type
Andre 3, I'm just the prototype
Niggas tracing me looking sketchy
I know admiration could be deadly
Hmm
It's a thin line between love and the hate
Beautiful gardens that's flooded with snakes
Niggas that kill you and chill at your wake
Hmm
Bitches a fuck you, expose you for clout
Then sell you out before you figure it out
You better watch who you let in your house
I got eyes out on all sides
Got me walking backwards Pharcyde
Get you penalized hopping offsides
Had to sacrifice and it cost lives
Got damn
We on the way to the sky
You in the way nigga bye
What my shorty yell while I'm rolling the L
Yea I'm sincere but it's harder to tell
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
Imma keep it all the way a buck
Promise imma keep it on a thou
Shit she had my heart in Jeopardy
Hit up Alex almost took a vowel
Now it's back to moving like I'm Heff
Shooting shots I pull up like I'm Steph
Pardon I mean Harden from the key
Yea my heart done hardened let it freeze
I'm in my own way it's me against me
My niggas is paid but none of us free
I'm thinking out loud they tell me it's fire
I hit up the cloud they send me wire
Know my account
They fill it I load up the bounce
I used to weigh up to an ounce
The skizzy was under the couch
Invitations to award shows
Pharrell adding niggas on the tape
I couldn't fathom this in section eight
The devil lying nigga God is great
Dinner finished need a bigger plate
Hungry like a nigga never ate
I begged my mamma for them Jordan 8's
But now she need a Jordan size estate
I, I
I ain't gonna hold you
Don't know what they told you
But I ain't gonna hold you
My shorty is thick
My pockets on guapy they thick
Ain't back in the day
I'm popping now bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew A. Harris, Brandon Cromwell, Matthew Meire
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