Hold On

[Intro] I did lost a lotta shit man I dun lost partners, bitches, money But I ain’t never lost my mind though You feel me? [Hook] I dun lost a couple partners When I thought shit couldn’t go wrong (but it did) Can I get a witness Cause everybody got problem, yeah And you don’t know where to go You’ll be lost Alot of these bitches weak minded But you gotta learn how to be strong And when it feels like you lost everything Ay gotta hold on, you You gotta you gotta hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on [Verse 1] Started losing my mind, who am i to trust Started abusing the grind and now a nigga up Telling bitches I know it ain’t mine I ain’t even fuck But i admit i got suck.. real good On the hood, on my homies in the hood they hungry And I’m good, I don’t want it She belong to the homie And I’m riding in the (?) And yeah, (?) am I for you boy and smash For the homie then smash Got cash and everybody still got problems But what the fuck am I supposed to do, they mad I’m popping percocets to keep cautious Too many percs I mean nauseous, ain't’ tryin to see a hearse or no coffin Problem, I got a problem, and i call that bit my chopper All them, yeah all them I shoot this shit at all them And I do this shit for all of them Nigga locked up, nigga dead and gone Drinking a forty at the grave yard [Hook] [Verse 2] Got a grip on life when I got out of jail, Got right I was breaking into houses (?) No way But i been in them houses, been around that shit all my life God make no mistake if I had a chance wouldn't do it twice Stay down here come over night Spray rounds ain’t tryin to fight Stay (?), got a nigga right That’s possible baby, no lie As with myself I keep going hard, but I don’t know why You dont know my bitch yeah she foreign Got her from hawaii, overseas I walk in by myself just one of y'all niggas try me (do something) I pulled up like a hearse with a hundred cars behind me Siamese twin what I call matchin’ Forties Find me and the big body ben (?) no more scotty Tell my partner no more ridin’ ‘cause I heard them people watchin My florida ho call me papi We in Florida so many options Nigga bite me, I know they teeth hurt I'm tired of all these rest in peace shirts [Hook]