Hold Me Down

I just seen my fucking homie lil' brother lose his life on tape

Type of shit make a **** lose faith

And the Lord, I'm starting to question, like His ass make mistakes

Sorry God, I know You great but I got too much on my plate

And I heard my moms bugging, living stressed day to day

And my girl start to trippin', I just stay from out her face

Making milli's but I'm still living stressed day to day

Still probably crack a smile 'cause I'm blessed anyway

I ain't tryna see the day my last day

Seeing days in another man home where my son being raised

Fresh home, I'm in the stu' but I ain't hung with him in days

But I know he know I love him already, shit brazy

Every fucking day he really growing, shit amazing

Started off a grape, my heart turned into a raisin

If I'm under pressure anytime, then I'm blazing

Fuck that! I'm tired of gunfire, tired of raging

Fuck that shit! I hope I could die on vacation

I used to wanna die like Scarface

Then I watched Paid in Full and

I'm just tryna live like Ace did

I might die in a booth like Jam Master J did

Or get hit walking out like my bro LA did

Fuck it! I'd die like Biggie in L.A., shit

When I was young, I thought I'd go at least after I'm sixty

Lost Kobe, I wanted to go out like Pimp C

Me and Cap, we used to drop a fucking ten piece

And you know we don't smoke no motherfucking skimpies

You know I'm right here with Wop, and we still breathing

And you know it's one up top 'cause we still grieving

Yeah, I put you at the top, I know you see my sleeve did

Remember nights when me and you would fall out on the block

Sometimes it still feel like it's you when I fall out with Wop

When the fuck we start popping out without them Glocks?

Folks just sold me 22's, we retired them mops

Only a few **** ready, everybody not

I'm fighting cases, when the fuck I started hiding from ops?

Go hit the range, you let off 6 and ain't nobody shot

You rookie bitch, you flush the clip and ain't nobody shot

When it wasn't trendy, we was sliding up op blocks

It was windy, we was sliding up op blocks

Lil' bro pop out, dreadlocks like a raasclaat

Me and Wop was boxed in, it was Billy driving

We fell out 'cause he crashed, you was supposed to be sliding

Really, I'm just reminiscing, I ain't even tripping

Main thing, we all here, we could've went to prison

Glad I get the bigger picture, could've been illiterate

Know me and broski broke bad, we had different visions then

Yeah, you know that broke my heart 'cause we used to get it in

I was focused, but he wasn't, should've paid attention then

If we gon' leave that shit behind us, I won't even mention then

Blaming me when shit go wrong, I wasn't even with you then

Shit, I would've been in it then, my shit could've been finished then

Let's just go back to the days we was in the center then

Fazo used to sneak me out, it was just me him and Tiffany then

That was back to Jordan Fusions, I was trying to get the tens

We gon' rock Ones from July to December then

But you know why I switch it up, fuck around get some Timbs

6:00, 8:00, we at the Carter, Fuck around win a Benj

Chico shooting too, so this ain't even 2010

I was throwing L's since a youngin', probably ten

And if I had a second chance, bitch, I'd live my life again