Mc Eiht - Hold Up lyrics

Eiht: We sending this one out right here To all the young thug and young hustlers out there You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin' In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin' Geah Born and raised a black youth, no happy days My moms and pops went they separate ways Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids No house, a damn tight situation we in Hit the streets to look for work and pay So her kids can have it better than she had one day Try to teach me some rules, "get a's in school Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools" That was the lesson, always listen to moms Bible she totin, always quotin from psalms Young but I'm knowin' the right thang to do Know the things to say when times is blue Times is hard and really unfortunate I'm young and I really don't like the sh** But I dream nice things when I sleep at night When I grow up I'll make everything alright Sing Soultre': I know it's hard sometimes But if you can make a way, you need to hold up I know a better way And if you can wait today it'll be alright... Eiht: Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green My moms don't know where I get the sh** from If you keep trippin' you know the outcome Laid up somewhere, or in jail Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar Before I give it away better get it together My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention Aw sh**, a n***a need a mind of his own Too much to deal with, I really don't feel sh** Young thug ready to take on the world Who made my life take such a twirl C'mon Chorus... Now my situation's changed, no chains remain Now I try to check out the game and cause pain Long live the days of homeboys and straps Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days Good part is shot up while 'more bounce' plays Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future Keep my hands on my heat cause n***as might shoot ya Rob a n***a blind, just like stevie I used to do the same when a n***a was greedy But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong Now I clocks snaps, keep the street sh** in my songs Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind Yeah boy, this world is mine Geah Chorus...