Hold on, be strong, it ain't gon' be that long
Can't wait for my death
A fugitive, plus I got a life to live
Never thought I could be hit, ready to stand my turf
Ain't man enough
The name of the song is hold on, is hold on
To be the full time, blow a man these days you get years
This is all I know how to get up, get out and get so fuck that shit"
Always on the down low never in the mainstream, it ain't king
Coming to get me then I'd be on the run
The name of the song is hold on, be strong
My slick partner Toby is gone
Gipp know what it is to work for them foes
But got me fucked up
Crooked system had me working in the warehouse from 8 to 4 so
Its rough, prices going up, people giving in
It took too many times in the cage
I'm on the run, never to be seen by the eyes
Stomach aching, be still hunger
Elbows in and up and down the court
Evil doers steady working
'Cause they play ball long after dark at Sykes park
Nigga you got false nuts
And everybody ain't gon' be able to rhyme damn
Guest be leaching off of my wealth
I'm not the criminal, fuck your probation
You don't know me and I ain't tryna claim I be knowing you
There's one way outta this crooked county with a bounty
It ain't gon' be that long, them folks won't do you wrong
To catch up with myself
That's why I'm swinging my axe
For the taking at the bottom of my barrel
State by state, is this just a dream?
Niggaz can't understand how it work, what's the plan?
And even though my cousin writes me from the pen
Sometimes you gotta swallow your pride and let the Lord decide
By the city to be toxic but ain't nothin' said
'Cause I'm touchable
But I do understand what you going through
Every time, so I won't miss, I can be hit
Mmmm, tryna make it all alone
Remember that? It's brother's work
Unaware of the world in front or behind
I pinch myself invisible bars cover my cage
'Cause I know one day you gotta go in a life of crime
Jehovah witnesses waking me up out my slumber
We killing our own people for this bullshit
I said, "I ain't come to look cute, cool came to cut!"
Using white rice and [unverified]
Intense inside the twelve feet fence
Selling my dubbs on the street
We ain't even the middle men
I might blast off on ya ass and write another book
"Well, shit nigga what you keep telling me to hold on for?
Either the pen or a one way ticket
I can't escape the bullshit where ever I go, shit
Ey, now I'm chillin' in the lounge and dis girl gon' walk in the bathroom
"You call yourself tryna teach, seems like I'm outta reach
But that don't stop the game
(Pow)
Gotta blow a bed for my back 'cause I can't take the hardwood floors
I wonder what his girl told his son
That's my state of mind
Now I'm on the front page looking at myself
Pulling cards in my blood, it seems I'm mean, 'cause of my look
Be trying
I let my window down and let the world in
What's next?
But yet free my mind of confusion
'Cause I don't wanna hear another speech
Bouncing like rubber balls off the walls
She said, "Damn you look cute but why you ain't got no tattoos?"
Nobody knows but me, see?
In and out of crime
It must be hard to hold on when your faith is gone
Them crackers got boxed up
Everyday my city seems to grow and grow
So I'm asking, "What will it be?
Flip the mode back on the road set in and watch my woodgrain spin
Them folks won't do you wrong
Fuck ass and being nice ain't got me nathan
For a check that don't mean shit, more bills keep coming in
The peach tree plaza in the sky
The life we supposed to be living y'all
Smelled the rain before it came
Went to handle a little business never made it back home
Its like killing myself with a glock
Always into something, 'cause I wanna be rich
Scared straight, wanna escape
You can't hide from the truth, I know we've all tried
I always think about how we kicked it at the Dungeon fo' he went in
But after I found out that they was fucking with the tobac I stopped
Trapped in my own mind
Done lost all conception of time
Seems like you running outta time
To the rockets and hernon homes is known
Sometimes it seems like it just a figure
Am I awake or is this just another dream?
Hold on
When I was a youth used to think I was bulletproof
But ain't no saving used to scrape up a buck for a box of Newports
Hoping to find a better day without loaded guns in my face
Since I was knee high the only thing we had was
'Cause I gotta eat, hold on
And I agree it's hard to believe in what you can't see
Standing in the mirror from the back
Where do I solve?”
But a frown too high to get down, hold on nigga
Things ain't the same no more
I'm stuck in the ghetto with no where to go, I gotta slang that blow"
What's my occupation?
