Clutchin

If you gone hold me down
I hope you neva fold
Hope you gone keep it real
Most people change on me
If you got my back we'll just let me know
I don't know a real niguh dat a fold Ima keep clutching til I'm gone

I lost my Potna to diz game
We was just clutching poles
Hitting licks Ona low
Nobody a neva know
Got my forty right beside me
I might catch a body
High speed in my new benz it's a wide body
Deze bullets don't got a name they a kill anybody
I lost some money chasing bitchs
I should've been chasen money
My Luh homie just caught a body
I hope he beat them charges
Posta be keeping it real
But you been acting shady
Deze streets had made me
Hard times won't break me
Cash money gotta pay me
Old homies say it change me
Old bitchs wana rape me
Deze niguhs is so Fugazi
I gave my heart to a bitch
Played me for a lame
I go to hard for diz Shit
Never catch me lacking
I got my forty when I shit
I pray to god I make it
Just don't take my soul
And when I gota go
Just light one up and blow it



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Writer(s): Deandre Beasley
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