Hold on
Hold on baby
Hold on
Don't you
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Cracker don't play 'bout his style
I've been buck wild ever since a child
Runnin' around the house, always actin' out
Momma hear me down the block, we be bumpin' loud
And the neighbors smell the dank, cause we be smokin' pounds
Remember sad nights, yeah, it was me and Smiles
Holdin' on a little hope, that built us from the ground
So we stand with pride, yeah we standin' proud
When I'm makin' money, these busters they in my phone like
And God told me keep goin
I'm holdin' on to my lonely like
Me my brother holy chosen
We comin' straight up from nothin
They buggin', know nothin' bout us
They doubtin' we from the South
Shut your mouth, hold my liquor
We bumpin' the speakers out
These rookies actin' a fool
It's cool, I know they think it's loud
They see me makin' motion
They hatin' the way I'm movin
I swear to God, they just wanna see me fail
Every time I'm high, I talk to God
I talk to the devil
They tellin' me it's not fair
I'm in love with a bitch that don't breathe air
Toxic affairs
Yeah, tell me that you love me
Even if you don't care
But you just there, to stare
When they see me f*ckin' up
Trippin' over myself they like
I don't wanna think about the souls
That build up out them lights
I been seein' things I shouldn't
I know I'm not phoning Christ
Seein' flashbacks, flashbacks from my past life
Speakin' to the dead, speak to ghosts
That's the after life
Baby, don't cry, I'm fine
It's gon' be alright
Seen enough shit, to live forever
Baby, I won't die
Body might rot
But girl, you always have the lights
You always have these songs to sing along when you all alone
Every time you miss me
It's the same, I feel it in my soul
I just wanna let you know
I know I never let you go
Me my brother, the same
We're twins in the 910
When I'm makin' money, these busters they in my phone like
And God told me keep goin
I'm holdin' on to my lonely like
Me my brother holy chosen
We comin' straight up from nothin
They buggin', know nothin' bout us
They doubtin' we from the South
Shut your mouth, hold my liquor
We bumpin' the speakers out
These rookies actin' a fool
It's cool, I know they think it's loud