Hold On - Rich Homie Quan

I did lost a lotta shit man

I dun lost partners, bitches, money

But I ain’t never lost my mind though

You feel me?

I dun lost a couple partners

When I thought shit couldn’t go wrong (but it did)

Can I get a witness

Cause everybody got problem, yeah

And you don’t know where to go You’ll be lost

Alot of these bitches 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

Started losing my mind, who am I to trust

Started abusing the grind and now a nigga up

Telling bitches I know it ain’t mine I ain’t even fuck

But I admit I got suck… 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

For the homie then smash

Got cash and everybody still got problems

But what the fuck 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 shit at all them

And I do this shit for all of them

Nigga locked up, nigga dead and gone

Drinking a forty at the grave yard

Got a grip on life when I got out of jail, Got right

I was breaking into houses, I didn’t touch no scale no white

But I been in them houses, been around that shit 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, got a nigga right

That’s possible baby, no lie

As with myself I keep going hard, but I don’t know why

You don’t know my bitch yeah she foreign

Got her from hawaii, overseas

I walk in by myself just one of y’all niggas 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 ben no more scotty

Tell my partner no more ridin'

'Cause I heard them people watchin

My florida ho call me papi

We in Florida so many options

Nigga bite me, I know they teeth hurt

I’m tired of all these rest in peace shirts