Danny Phantom

Holdin' on, it's very hard to do it Soldier on, and that's the life Holdin' on, it's very hard to do it (Pick up, Mason) If Osh'a want rapping, I probably be jacking and scammin' And dressing up like Danny Phantom Niggas be bitches and closing the door when they in Bet I find my way in, like I'm Santa He not a OG, man, that boy a hoe G What's done in the streets supposed to stay in the streets Yeah, I used to hit licks and go fuck Dominique That booster bae messy, but she keep it neat Here's a bitchy and Louie Who would think we was poe on the floor watching Peter and Stewie? Word around town, man, them niggas get down For we broke a pound, we was saving up doobies I used to feel stuck, outta luck, with a hole in my chucks Selling grams, tryna get me a cutie No one around, I felt just like a clown Looking down at the ground, with my face looking droopy Oh, that boy say he can give you the world Well, come fuck with me, bae, I'm the universe Yeah, I like how yo' diamonds be hitting, but you don't compare I'm the diamond that's in the dirt I can go where I'm from, but lil' nigga, you can't 'Cause you really a bitch from the outskirts When I'm hitting, yo' bitch make her outbursts I'm the reason she saying her mouth hurt, ugh! She wanna be McQueen, Alexander But I don't go no feelings, no feelings, no feelings You ain't did shit for a nigga, so like the feds He act like I don't know niggas It's supposed to be you and I, but I'm not saying no vowels 'Cause Osh'a never owe niggas You didn't believe in me, dowg And that hurt my feelings, no, crowd, I'ma show niggas Yeah, I love my lil' daughter, her daddy a bitch nigga Didn't want to step 'til I stepped in, yo, he a fuck nigga so I call him FN He gotta get hit with that FN When I talk I'ma talk with my chest He a hoe, so that lil' nigga talk with his chest in I don't like to vent, so I'm venting to God in this mic, it's that shit that I kept in We can do drive, but lil' brother, we must hit out target Let's pop out and give that boy hell Fuck a revolver, lil' brother, we need more than six Put a bag on the Glock for the shell Best keep a rocket, yo Patna been plotting On the low nigga dirty Mackin pocket watching All out of favors, my nigga And I don't feel sorry, I got it but I ain't really got it We can do drive but, lil' brother, we must hit our target Let's pop out and give that boy hell Fuck a revolver, lil' brother, we need more than six Put a bag on the Glock for the shell Best keep a rocket, yo Patna been plotting On the low nigga dirty Mackin' pocket watching All out of favors, my nigga And I don't feel sorry, I got it but I ain't really got it (Holdin' on, it's very hard to do it) (Soldier on, and that's the life) (Holdin' on, it's very hard to do it)