Hold On Lyrics

Just spoke 2 my ex  said she lovin the bars

She still in her feels but none of them hard

Boxed thru the scars she was hurt had 2 get low

We out in AZ watching sugarhill wit tip toe

From piss po' 2 just regular poor

I can sip it out the bottle but I'd rather u pour

Your.. new sheriff let my baby moms swear me in

We serious as cancer like this shit was ovarian

Marrying the game was never at the forefront

I watched yall ball I was happy just 2 score once

For 4 months.. had this spoon & this fork

& how we gone eat been consuming my thoughts

Look soon as we start.. everybody gonna wanna plate

Tell em bout ya beef now these niggaz They don't want the steak

Yall underweight. Some relate & still don't get the message

Less I'm talkin bout how I flip bricks in Texas

Hold on..

Exit right b4 I Fabricate one line

Tell John my hand cocked but a nigga staying unsigned

Tried 2 undermine what I spill in these poems

My man bunkie on the celly half a year & u home

Back in a zone.. like I remember telling tab & Pam

Mommy gone so now we gotta have a plan

Im doing movies never thought I'd have a chance

Music 2 my ears but didn't feel like I had 2 dance

From cans of spam  burnt ends & that yellow mustard

Now I be looking at that shit like I never touched it

Felt digusted.. when I think bout how my life went

But I can rewrite the whole story with the right pen

Me & this thick light skin but she don't like 2 cuddle much

I'm  thinking bout my mother she used 2 swear that I was color stuck

The hood cursed but they sayin we ain't cuss enough

Stayed doing push ups 4 when niggaz tryin 2 muscle us

Hold on..

Yall can't stop The reign so they don't play in puddles much

My back gainst the ropes I'll have u niggaz jumping double dutch

Watch these niggaz u be thinking that man got u

Put u on his back  & knowing he got plans 2 drop u

It'll cost u.. they hate 2 see u bossed up

Don't drink coffee but still gettin them star bucks

These niggaz corn using phrases like aww shucks

If ya dog can fight then why he scared 2 put his paws up

Dark tux yeah my niggaz see Alot of cream

Soul food flow.. even a nigga collar green

Like the college way b4 I was wit the union

UCLA I always got some shit brewing