Hold On

[Produced by Charli Brown Beatz] [Verse 1] I woke up this morning, this is insane Rich as a motherfucker, and ain't much changed Open my eyes, no suprise, I'm with a different bitch Different day, different ass, different tits Strap under my pillow, I done went legit I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget The true principles of life are supply and demand Guess if you never sold dope it's hard to understand My man got knowledge of self and my back, God Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off My temper volatile, grew up a violent child Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you're up I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics [Hook] We came from nothing, now they saying we straight Nigga, hold up, hold on Hold on These niggas, they watching every dime we make Hold up, hold on Hold on [Verse 2] We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view Instead we get the D's in the rear view We learn to play the game how it's supposed to be played And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed It's not a big deal to me, stay calm I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bonds But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I'll get it done Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one Used to do graffiti, now look we major Don't make me write my name across your face with a razor Re-Up, new coke, they say this sample the bomb This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency No lactose involved, pure coca leaf You can sniff that or cook that to my belief That money coming in like we run the streets [Hook] [Verse 3] This shit go how I said, go when it's time to expand So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan You a gangster for real, you ready to ride? Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined We don't want your block, just cop your work from us Those niggas you call allies can't be trust That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff On the phone I heard 'Ya smacked the shit outta a kid Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again When it's war, it'll be war to the bitter end If they ever say we lose, I start it again That sneaky nigga spray that Semi at your momma crib With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit [Hook]