Hold Up
Hold up
Getting the bag like what's up
Fuck's wrong?
All these bitches want my wood up
True love
I don't got no time for no hood slut
Shoes on
Clearing my head while I'm on a run
I'm running it back
I'm running it back and I'm getting the bag
Hop out the jet
I hop out the jet, now you wanna be friends
Feel like the man
I feel like the man, see them going ham
Still shit ain't fair
Still it ain't fair cuz I should've been there
I bounced back from my past
Running through mazes, ups and downs and still I be giving my best
Fuck what y'all thinking I gotta go get it
This shit coming straight out my chest
I'm missing my mama, never had a father,
Man why you doing me like that?
I'm losing too much, I fucked up alot
I'm praying to God to be blessed
From all this bad luck to lucky seven
I'm done driving the same laps
All this pain locked up in my heart, can't take anymore
I'm bout to collapse
I've been down for way too long, be back in a minute
It's part of the plan
Yeah, I'll be right back
Feeling unappreciated, I'm so tired of that
Hold up, I'll fire right back
I'm still so dedicated, they admire that
Hold up
Getting the bag like what's up
Fuck's wrong?
All these bitches want my wood up
True love
I don't got no time for no hood slut
Shoes on
Clearing my head while I'm on a run
I'm running it back
I'm running it back and I'm getting the bag
Hop out the jet
I hop out the jet, now you wanna be friends
Feel like the man
I feel like the man, see them going ham
Still shit ain't fair
Still it ain't fair cuz I should've been there
Getting the bag like what's up
Fuck's wrong?
All these bitches want my wood up
True love
I don't got no time for no hood slut
Shoes on
Clearing my head while I'm on a run
I'm running it back
I'm running it back and I'm getting the bag
Hop out the jet
I hop out the jet, now you wanna be friends
Feel like the man
I feel like the man, see them going ham
Still shit ain't fair
Still it ain't fair cuz I should've been there
I bounced back from my past
Running through mazes, ups and downs and still I be giving my best
Fuck what y'all thinking I gotta go get it
This shit coming straight out my chest
I'm missing my mama, never had a father,
Man why you doing me like that?
I'm losing too much, I fucked up alot
I'm praying to God to be blessed
From all this bad luck to lucky seven
I'm done driving the same laps
All this pain locked up in my heart, can't take anymore
I'm bout to collapse
I've been down for way too long, be back in a minute
It's part of the plan
Yeah, I'll be right back
Feeling unappreciated, I'm so tired of that
Hold up, I'll fire right back
I'm still so dedicated, they admire that
Hold up
Getting the bag like what's up
Fuck's wrong?
All these bitches want my wood up
True love
I don't got no time for no hood slut
Shoes on
Clearing my head while I'm on a run
I'm running it back
I'm running it back and I'm getting the bag
Hop out the jet
I hop out the jet, now you wanna be friends
Feel like the man
I feel like the man, see them going ham
Still shit ain't fair
Still it ain't fair cuz I should've been there
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