Hey cue that shit that the verse mixed up
(See what I'm sayin'?)
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
See,
See marijuana got me copin' wit my problems
And Hennessy got me hopin' I could solve em
My baby mama full of drama
Tryin' to scar me
But unlike my old sorry ass father I tried harder
My baby raised to hate her daddy
Her mammy playa hate and wishin' that she had me
She hate to see me on tha street
And still on my feet
Betta yet this bitch wish them crackers had me
See everybody wantsa hustle
But don't nobody wanna suffer
Nobody wantsta die 'cause they all bustas
And suckaz
Ain't never gon have nothin'
'cause they be frontin'
Gotta sacrifice
Three time for every dime they be wantin'
And believe me
Being a thug it ain't that easy
I once was a fool but see they had to free me
I'm undercover man
But still they ain't respectin' me
Tryin' to get the best of me constantly stressin' me
hook
We gotta hold on (hold on)
See you must be strong (so strong)
Against thug happiness (gotsta hold on)
You can go wrong (I been trapped for so long)
For my homies in the hood (gotsta hold on)
What will you do (I been trapped or so long)
Which life will you choose (gotsta hold on)
(I been trapped for so long)
See big daddy gave her diamond rings
He introduced her to the finer things
Looked out started buyin' her things
Minor things for the small change
And had her off the chain
And it's a awful thang
She ain't even cost a thang
Even though I'm thugged out
She loved how
I did wrong for so long
And still got by
See thug money got blood on it
Plus it leave residue
Boy I'm tellin' you
I put mo bread on it
I lost a homie in the struggle right
And just the other night
Somebody tried to take my dog's life
Attempted homicide
They outside and ain't gon let em ride
Don't wanna talk
And ain't gon let em slide
They want war instead
They want more for dead
Rather die open fire or do life for theirs
Take a life instead
Kill his wife in bed
Ten times to tha head
what tha shooter said?
hook
See
I thinkin' 'bout when I was younger
I had to hustle in the summer
No time for cryin' had to help my mama
Any time and any weather
Whatever's clever
And hardly ever never
Had to step and get my shit together
I left my homies in tha pen and reason being
See every man got his own sin
But I'm a always remember ya'll
'cause after all ya'll still my dogs
And when ya jump we can still ball
My nigga Ronnie, Lil Willie and Fat Fred
Big Black, my dog Sparky and Lil Ed
It be times like this
I sit around like this
Cryin' 'bout this
Thinkin' why my clique
Gotta go and die like this
No duckin'
No fearin' nothin'
Hearin' nothin' stayin' rich but buggin'
We call that thuggin'
But don't be thuggin' for nothin' own somethin'
Do or ya kids and ya mama
Save the drama
Young nigga hold on
hook
Na it ain't no time or no suicidal shit nigga
While you still thinkin' you a thug
You might as well go head and suffer
'cause that's what we doin'
That's what it's about
I ya forgot
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