Hold On Lyrics

Hold On lyrics

feat. Chink Santana 

 

 

 [ad-libs]

 Yeah... another day..

 Another motherfuckin' dollar..

 But look, nigga...

 It's how we do

 Livin' in the ghetto, ooh, ooh

 

 [chorus]

 Livin' life up on the corner

 Slangin' rocks and smokin' weed

 From a eightball to a G

 Worked my way to a ki

 All I can try to do is hold on

 Caught up in the struggle

 Seems the only way to be

 Never gone find no peace

 Till the day they bury me

 All I can try to do is be strong

 

 [verse one]

 And nigga, you can find me

 Hangin' up on the corner

 Or layin' up in the cut

 Tryin' to get my motherfuckin' money right

 My hammer right beside me

 And I really don't give a fuck

 If somebody gotta die tonight

 Cause look... nigga, my pocket full of stones

 Is everything I own

 And this is all I do, all I do

 A nigga straight hustlin' everyday to get through, get through

 

 [chorus]

 

 [verse two]

 Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys

 Cause when they come

 They be straight hemmin' niggas up

 And it really all about takin' that money, man

 If they catch me, they betta kill me

 Ain't comin' out like no punk

 Shit, can't let no nigga take nothin' from me, man

 Cause look, yo... they steppin' in my zone

 And infiltratin' my home

 And what the fuck would you do?

 If a nigga straight... took ya cake

 And tried to break you, break you

 

 [chorus]

 

 [bridge]

 I wish that I could let it go

 How we in the struggle and hustlin' just to make it out the ghetto

 I wish that I could let it go

 I wish that we ain't have to be so canivin' just to make it out the ghetto

 I wish that I could let it go

 How my niggas in the pen doin' time just to make it out the ghetto

 I wish that I could let it go

 I wish that genocide wasn't survivin' just to make it out the ghetto

 

 [verse three]

 Everyday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, cops comin' to git you

 When niggas that wanna put you on shirts readin', "We Miss You"

 Everything I been through, nothin' but issues

 Tired of goin' to funerals and passin' moms the tissue

 Getcha prayer in ya life, it's hard to listen

 When there ain't nothin' fair in ya life

 It's God that's missin', that's what they be tellin' me

 And I try to wait but He be takin' so long

 I'll probably catch another felony, inhalin' weed

 Keepin' me broke, though, I slangs my coke

 I probably push less weight than the trees I smoke

 And ain't no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrow

 Cause my peers bring tears from findin' em full of hollows

 I know you probably goin' through the same thang

 The same pain, cause we caught up in the same game

 And don't a damn thang change, nigga, bump this song

 Cause you strong and you ain't alone, nigga... just try to hold on