Hold Me

That's Fuego Felix
Seth got the waves
I got stories, if I was a teller you'd see why I'm cold
Glory, ask God how we make it, just help me to blow

Homie, I've been through so much that you don't even know
Homie, Homie
Stories, if I was a teller you'd see why I'm cold
Glory, ask God how we make it, just help me to blow

Homie, I've been through so much that you don't even know
Homie, Homie
Ay, he been through so much, it ain't much you can tell him for real
He done seen robbers and killers and shootings and dealings

So many good people get killed, nobody to vent how we feelin
He talk to the cell and don't nobody get him for real
He been in deep situations, it all got him sinking like dammit
Is he next to your drill? Guess he was born in the field

He done seen so much death that he not even scared to be killed
Path that he chose a little colder, I guess it's the reason he tell us his heart was so chilled
But he cry out for help, can't you see it? He post on IG but don't nobody seem to believe him
If you see the moment and sees it, it's not hard to reach him

This loneliness give him a reason to black out
Go bleed the streets till they tap out, it's a better life he tryna map out
Jail or tell, he'd rather max out, win this war he never back out
Pick a lane, he took the bad route, him and 12 been playin' cat-mouse

They sure they doubt until they found out, it's demon time, they better back out
Lion hearted when he snap out, spin a bin and make him tap out
He catch him lacking, he gon' crash out, you can vault to the dead and he tap out
Stories, if I was a 10, you'd see why I'm cool

Glory, ask God how he make it, just help me to blow
Homie, I've been through so much that you don't even know
Homie, homie
Homie