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Hold on. You got to hold on. Through the ups and the downs. Trying to run the town and keep the crown. Hold on. You got to hold on. Through the rise and the fall. Nigga, just remember how we balled. Critical wordplay, flatline truths. Headline news, this motherfucker's the truth. The Gooch, the one that had auto scan. Rarely seen, but you know I'm there. In the cracks and crevices, hard drugs, More beverages. The leverage is I got a gun And you don't. I can let you live or Take you out. I'm so Bishop in my super Timbs. Watch me evolve from caring to not giving A shit. Wearing my waves like new gold. Got to get back at the niggas who played Me like Manute Bol. They blocked the money, now I feel that they Too old. My come up was textbook, street novel, Two.44s. Underneath the triple fat Goose, Old gold. Sipping on the stoop, watching my dope Blow. Who knows where this grind gon' take us? Vegas under neon lights with the big players. Hold on. Hold on. You got to hold on. Through-through the ups and the downs. Trying to run the town and keep the crown. You got to hold on. My nigga, hold on. Shit. You got to hold on. Through-through the rise and the fall. Just remember how we used to ball hard. We take short vacations. You can't keep the fiends waiting. Got to keep these niggas employed. I give 'em jobs hating. Stepping out to mean mugs, the C. R. E. A. M. Does that. No Erikus nigga, but I brung a MAC. Rise to power, spray a motherfucker, Lay low in a house full of powder. All over the counter like flour. We ain't using fire pans. If I say we ain't cooking chickens, I'd be Lying, man. The heat blew over. I'm out under my red sky. Wise guy mentality, let's run this thing statewide. Grape wine Corleone sipping grappa. Dinner at Donato's from sauce, meat, And crackers. Ass backwards if I give a bitch Bread. Let her get ahead for giving head, That shit dead. Leave her with a wet ass and a attitude. While I'm plotting this map, nigga, longitude and Latitude. Hold on. Hold on. You got to hold on. Through-through the ups and the downs. Trying to run the town and keep the crown. You got to hold on. My nigga, hold on. Shit. You got to hold on. Through-through the rise and the fall. Just remember how we used to ball hard. The fall was raw, I bet it all on Red. No words spoken to detectives, kept it all In my head. You don't say shit, they don't Know shit. Making a statement of any kind, That's some ho shit. Notice the code change from Niggas walking through in cold chains. Entering hell looks the same. I'm talking about sales after all that damn fame. The money won't last, that's a goddamn shame. Nobody picking up, but I'm sick enough to come Back tripping. Or get rich as fuck, Ip Man To the strip. Teach 'em being humble or masterfully Bust they lips. When they know who never seen So many bullets at the same time. Damn, might as well fan flies away from they Eyes. We like the Philippines, hunger murders all Summer. This is what I came back to. Still I miss you so bad that I wanna Kiss you. Hold on. You got to hold on. Through-through the ups and the downs. Trying to run the town and keep the crown. You got to hold on. My nigga, hold on. Shit. You got to hold on. Through-through the rise and the fall. Just remember how we used to ball hard. Hold on. You got to hold on. Through-through the ups and the downs. Trying to run the town and keep the crown. You got to hold on. My nigga, hold on. Shit. You got to hold on. Through-through the rise and the fall. Just remember how we used to ball hard. My nigga, hold on
King Locust — Hold On
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