The Yardeez - Hold On lyrics

[Intro] I did lost a lotta sh** man I dun lost partners, b**hes, money But I ain't never lost my mind though You feel me? [Hook] I lost a couple partners When I thought sh** couldn't go wrong (but it did) Can I get a witness Cause everybody got problem And you don't know where to go Alot of these b**hes weak minded But you gotta learn how to be strong And when it feels like you lost everything Ay gotta hold on, you You gotta you gotta hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on [Verse 1] Started losing my mind, who am i to trust Started abusing the grind and now a n***a up Telling b**hes I know it ain't mine I ain't even f** But i admit i got s**.. real good On the hood, on my homies in the hood they hungry And I'm good, I don't want it She belong to the homie And I'm riding in a car that ain't out yet, boy I'm hitting gas(?) And yeah, (?) my dick where her mouth at, boy you know yo boy smash For the got cash And everybody still got problems But what the f** am I supposed to do, they mad I'm popping percocets to keep cautious Too many percs I mean nauseous, ain't' tryin to see a hearse or no coffin Problem, I got a problem, and i call that bit my chopper All them, yeah all them I shoot this sh** at all them And I do this sh** for all of them n***a locked up, n***a dead and gone Drinking a forty at the grave yard [Hook] [Verse 2] Got a grip on life when I got out of jail, Got right I'd break in that house wouldn't touch ‘em or scare them no way (?) But i been in them houses, been around that sh** all my life God make no mistake if I had a chance wouldn't do it twice Stay down here come over night Spray rounds ain't tryin to fight Stay grounded by right(?)got a n***a right That's possible baby, no lie As with myself I keep going hard, but I don't know why You dont know my b**h yeah she foreign Got her from hawaii I walk in by myself just one of y'all n***as try me (do something) I pulled up like a hearse with a hundred cars behind me Siamese twin what I call matchin' Forties Find me and the big body bent (?) no more scotty Tell my partner no more robbin' ‘cause I heard them people watchin My florida ho call me papi We in Florida so many options n***a bite me, now they teeth hurt I'm tired of all these rest in peace shirts [Hook]