Hold On (Clean Version)

I woke up this morning this is insane

Rich as a motherf**ker

And ain't much changed

Open my eyes no suprise

I'm with a different b**ch

Different day different a** different tits

Strap under my pillow I don't want the jit

I'm not supposed to do this sh*t

But I forget

The true principles of life are supply and demand

Guess if you never sold d**e it's hard to understand

My man got knowledge of self

At my back God

Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off

My temper volatile grew up a violent child

F**k a boy scout I air your a** out

Ni**a nice chain dice game

Try your luck

Shoot a couple head cracks

Leave wipe you up

I'm a fly ni**a my denim vintage

Gold medal around my neck like

I won the Olympics

We came from nothing

Now they saying we straight

Ni**a hold up hold on

Hold on

These niggas

They watching every dime we make

Hold up hold on

Hold on

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 sh*t out of a ni**a

Then call it Barrel Bonds

But if I don't do this sh*t myself

Bet I'll get it done

Sh*t on my ni**a you sh*t 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 joke

They say this sample the bomb

This sh*t can take a two

And we cut this b**ch with a one

Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency

No lactose involved

Pure propo leaf

You can sniff that or cook that to my belief

That money coming in like we run the streets

We came from nothing

Now they saying we straight

Ni**a hold up hold on

Hold on

These niggas

They watching every dime we make

Hold up hold on

Hold on

This sh*t 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

Ni**a 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

Won't won't 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

'Ye smacked the sh*t outta a kid

Now Jimmy got life gonna smack him again

When it's war it'll be war to the very end

If they ever say we lose I start it again

Let's sneak the niggas spray that Semi

At your momma crib

With a silencer we couldn't even hear that sh*t

We came from nothing

Now they saying we straight

Ni**a hold up hold on

Hold on

These niggas they watching every dime we make

Hold up hold on

Hold on