Hold On (Bonus Track)
Two times, aye
(Yeah, go dummy Kyle)
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Go get it if you want to
Ima do what I do cause I got to
Shout out all my day ones
Dare a n say some
Cause I pray five times ion fear none
And these bullets don't talk got your face on em
Ima make the hoe walk if she say some
Just hold on
Just hold on
That's the moment I wait for
Look me in the eyes you can see what I want
Try an copy me, you can't be what I'm on
The girl that I want all these n want now
Its crazy if she even acknowledge my sound
I swear I hate this shit
Told bro I'm taking a risk
Head first I'm diving in the bitch
Take the wheel cause I'm finna get lit
Hold on
Hold on
Let me get my flow on
Let me break dance down to this slow song
Lemme break some bread with my bronem
Member SOP told me don't fold up on em
Now this chain lookin so much like my trophy
Can't wait till the day they all know me
Looking at how they all over threw me
Like wow you was supposed to be a Brodie
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Tell my n gotta just hold on
Can't wait to pull up in a sports car
You ain't never seen a battle scar
Now a n living battle star
Ion pop no aderol
My girl she the baddest of all
Tell the whole world this is how I ball
If you need me just give me a call
Put on my team we dripping everyday
N be hating so we gotta pray
Free all my n pray for better days
Stay on your hustle gotta find a way
You wanna get cash or you rather be last
I remember days I was sitting on my ass
Now I'm getting paid, I be going through a rack
Gotta stay in your lane, I can never be wack
Oh I made lemonade I can never go back
I know the ways so they feeling attacked
Don't be offended just get off my jack
Call me a felon, cause my color black
Life gave me lemons but it was not wrapped
I love the feeling I came from the back
I'm high as the ceiling my music on blast
But I'm never sleeping I'm still moving fast
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
(Yeah, go dummy Kyle)
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Go get it if you want to
Ima do what I do cause I got to
Shout out all my day ones
Dare a n say some
Cause I pray five times ion fear none
And these bullets don't talk got your face on em
Ima make the hoe walk if she say some
Just hold on
Just hold on
That's the moment I wait for
Look me in the eyes you can see what I want
Try an copy me, you can't be what I'm on
The girl that I want all these n want now
Its crazy if she even acknowledge my sound
I swear I hate this shit
Told bro I'm taking a risk
Head first I'm diving in the bitch
Take the wheel cause I'm finna get lit
Hold on
Hold on
Let me get my flow on
Let me break dance down to this slow song
Lemme break some bread with my bronem
Member SOP told me don't fold up on em
Now this chain lookin so much like my trophy
Can't wait till the day they all know me
Looking at how they all over threw me
Like wow you was supposed to be a Brodie
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Tell my n gotta just hold on
Can't wait to pull up in a sports car
You ain't never seen a battle scar
Now a n living battle star
Ion pop no aderol
My girl she the baddest of all
Tell the whole world this is how I ball
If you need me just give me a call
Put on my team we dripping everyday
N be hating so we gotta pray
Free all my n pray for better days
Stay on your hustle gotta find a way
You wanna get cash or you rather be last
I remember days I was sitting on my ass
Now I'm getting paid, I be going through a rack
Gotta stay in your lane, I can never be wack
Oh I made lemonade I can never go back
I know the ways so they feeling attacked
Don't be offended just get off my jack
Call me a felon, cause my color black
Life gave me lemons but it was not wrapped
I love the feeling I came from the back
I'm high as the ceiling my music on blast
But I'm never sleeping I'm still moving fast
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Told my n hold on we gon' really make it out
I remember days we was sittin' in a trap
Now and days n do the most for some clout
N fuck your fam
N fuck your clout
I just wanna put on for the next man out
Told my mama I got you yeah
Told my n I'm grinding for yeah
Just hold on
Just hold on
Credits
Writer(s): Santos Kamara
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