Lyric: HOLD ON by OT the Real

HOLD ON

OT the Real

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[Intro]
(Heatmakerz, crack music)

[Verse 1: OT the Real]
'Round here, there ain't no second chances
You play yourself out on the backend when you get advances
Coke numbers runnin' up the wall, that shit is Jackie Chan
I made parole, the CO said, "I'll see you back again"
Free Miz, that's my man
In MIA, hopped out the Bentley truck, hopped in the Lam'
Coincidentally, music's gettin' spinned
Which indirectly turned some people into fans who I was finna jam
Life's funny when you think it over
I can tell if she love me by how she bend it over
I told my Bay homie send it over
So these smokers can get these white flakes off me like Head & Shoulders
I need cash on delivery
Strapped case a demon from my past come to visit me
Before the COVID, wore a mask, causin' misery
Like he ain't gettin' shit back, tell him get with me
Seen my man get shit-bagged by some kid that he
Burned for a half a bike with the bag, it was sixty-three
They wan' judge me off my history
I'm gettin' money off consistency
Read the pic without the caption
Get ready, ain't no bein' in the mix without the action
Said, "Say no more," so I said no more
We was taught to hold our water like a reservoir

[Chorus: OT the Real]
This ain't a love song
Who gon' be there when the love's gone?
Who gon' be there when the drugs gone?
Gotta try to hold on
Gotta try to hold on
Gotta try to hold on
Gotta try to hold on

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Uh, it's been a ride since I ain't have a ride
Rocawear jeans with the stash pocket and crack inside
Drama call, I hold a ratchet high
Or we can box it out, killer, 'til you an outfielder with the blackish eyes
I walked around my projects with a chip
My grandmom saved a lot of y'all niggas from a clip
She'd say, "Joell, I don't want you in the cell"
And sometimes, her voice was loud enough to keep you from this fifth
All I do is tell my stories to this Heat production
'Cause my name was ringin' way before Joell Ortiz was buzzin'
Only child in the streets, disgustin'
I ain't need for nothin'
Had myself like asexual reproduction
My plug knew to just keep it comin'
We gettin' dough from these pies, cheese risin' like a pizza oven
Back then, when I was fuckin' on Alicia cousin
'Til she asked what we are, I told her, "Everything and nothin'," yaowa

[Chorus: OT the Real]
This ain't a love song
Who gon' be there when the love's gone?
Who gon' be there when the drugs gone?
Gotta try to hold on
Gotta try to hold on
Gotta try to hold on
Gotta try to hold on

[Outro]
Stay here, stay here
Frank, I'm sorry, but your kid was out of line, I only did—
Touch my daughter?
I'm sorry
No, no, please, no, no, Frank, please, please, please

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OT the Real - Carry On lyrics

Carry On

OT the Real

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[Intro]
(Heatmakerz, crack music)

[Verse 1]
Casually at war, my strap on me at the store (At the store)
I'm scared they might be CIs, they askin' me for some more (What up?)
At the crib, got a half a key in my drawer (Half a key in my drawer)
They go there, I'm on parole, I might never see a tomorrow (Never see a tomorrow)
My son need clothes for school, my daughter's keepin' us up (Keepin' us up)
You got all these mouths to feed, you gotta re' with a buck (Hundred thousand)
On the run, I had to sleep in my truck (Real rap)
State Road, CFCF, I had to sleep in my Chucks (Stay ready)
Lookin' in my own reflection off a brick of glass (Glass)
She takes her incomе tax, Winston pack, and hits the ave (Yeah)
Wе drove the drills, but we switched the tags (Switched the tags)
You still out there servin' the same mids, just in different bags (Haha)
The streets carry on (Carry on)
Hope TSA don't see this 40K up in my carry-on (Up in my carry-on)
We bag blocks, put stashboxes in Avalons (We did)
The hustle continues, so does the marathon (Let's go)

[Chorus]
It was hard, but we never gave up (Never gave up)
We too solid, they could never break us (Never break us)
We gon' keep on flippin' what we saved up (Flippin', flippin')
'Cause we know nobody's come to save us
The streets carry on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I told you)
The streets carry on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Long after we gone, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Not to get too personal, but I been havin' vivid dreams (Vivid dreams)
I just started bein' up, and people's tryna finish me (What's up?)
Now I hear a noise, I grab my gat and go and check the scene (What's good?)
Homie figured how to make his crystal look like Listerine (Listerine)
Crispy clean, but she held me down when I had nothin' (I had nothin')
Sittin' in her pop's basement, baggin' up onions (That's my rider)
They see us on the 'Gram and they know we back up to somethin' (Back up to somethin')
I came back with the pounds like I traveled to London (Like I traveled to London)
It's a lonely endeavor
People that you love can all be turned into phone calls and letters (Real rap)
We holdin' homie down, homie's holdin' his head up (Keep your head up)
He caught a body, seventeen, his parole date is never (That shit say never, man)
The streets carry on (Carry on)
Old-head hits the bag like Larry Holmes (Larry Holmes)
Too late to save 'em, they already gone (They already gone)
The hustle continues, so does the marathon

[Chorus]
It was hard, but we never gave up (Never gave up)
We too solid, they could never break us (Never break us)
We gon' keep on flippin' what we saved up (Flippin', flippin')
'Cause we know nobody's come to save us
The streets carry on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I told you)
The streets carry on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Long after we gone)
[Outro]
When I ask somebody to take care of something for me, I expect them to take care of it themselves
I don't need two roots comin' back to me

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Lyric: Relationships by OT the Real

Relationships

OT the Real

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[Intro]
It's that crack music
(Heatmakerz, crack music)

[Verse]
Laughin' in the face of death
Used to sell eights on steps
This smoke takes your breath (Dang)
The dope was an eight at best (It was an eight at best)
But we cut it with the tranquilizer (Tranquilizer)
I thank the line 'cause papi got me makin' bank deposits (Dough)
She seen the bustdown (Bustdown), she seen the wrist shimmer (Wrist shimmer)
Somehow I manage these hoes, Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)
Meth customer in town, he's a big spender (Big spender)
Thirty-three on me like the great New York Knicks center (That's a bar)
Shake my head, breaking bad, breaking bread (Breaking bread)
Upstate, COs wrote me up 'cause I ain't make the bed (Them pussies wrote me up)
My man lookin' like he shaved his head, his case went fed (Case went fed)
He was in and out with mad boxes what his neighbors said (They told on him)
You gotta plot your moves out, that's how you build and prosper (Prosper)
Most of my homies came up buyin' pills from doctors (Doctors)
And still'll rock ya (They'll rock ya), like it's nothin' to 'em (It's nothin' to 'em)
They know I'll never burn 'em, I'm the one who front it to 'em

[Outro]
(The Irishman)
Scared money don't make no
Scared money don't make no
(Heatmakerz)
Scared money don't make no money
(OT the Real)
Scared money don't make no
(Shout out Bri)
Scared money don't make no
(Rest in peace Fred the Godson)
Scared money don't make no money
(Soup Kitchen)

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Snap Dogg - Step On lyrics

Step On

Snap Dogg

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[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo, Snap Dogg]
You know what we on
No cap

(I'm Kured)

Slide!
Got a hundred in this bitch
Yeah!


[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, get your shit took
Some' like a chandelier how my wrists look
Get to steppin' on shit like I'm Bigfoot
Cuttin' at the table lookin' like I'm tryna fix lunch

[Verse 2: Snap Dogg]
(Yeah!)
I can send them killers they gon' pop out where you stand
Drop a lot of niggas on the - I can't say that
I got six rings, and the whole city know that
How you claim you got the bag but that post, that's a throwback

[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
I'm a real street nigga and they know that
How you got your shit took and ain't blow back?
40 on me, 30 hangin' out like a coat rack
Left the [?] with a half a mil' and got more racks

[Verse 2: Snap Dogg]
Have you ever robbed a nigga with a bust down? (Nope!)
I done did a slide mission, chеck the score now
Get thе drac' with a drum, it's a showdown
My younga just got two, he a pronoun

I be gettin' to trippin' I be on this niggas' heads
I'm a real demon nigga, so don't push me to the edge
You a [?] momma, roses, nigga that's how we gon' play it
Just to show you I can get, cause I'm crazy in the head

[Verse 4: Icewear Vezzo]
Six racks, now I'm lazy off the rip
Bust two 40's down, yeah that's 80 on my hands
Before the Zaz we wen't crazy with the Reds
Never told on no case, I done took it to the chin nigga

In Somerset in the wraith, you with a fan in it
Seat full of baby bottles like the kids in it
We got tired of taking L's, time to win nigga
[?] a nigga up for that paper, we'll trim niggas

[Verse 5: Snap Dogg]
In the Lamb' I be trippin' with a hundred on my neck
I just hit a freak bitch, and her best friend next
Do a mission in the minivan, hit him and I got his mans
I'm a [?] nigga, I even drop the middle man

[Verse 6: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, I got Skittles in
Ay, stack the money up to the ceiling fan
Did a little fed time and I'm still a man
30 racks on me at the club, finna [?]

Yeah, aye, you an opp nigga
I ain't got no friends with me just a chop with me
Before I started selling lean used to cop with me
Couldn't kill a nigga at the show, cause the cops were there

Yeah, you the police
Had a one man indictement, no co-lease
Got a hundred sticks with me when I'm OT
Baby bag on, we gon' push it like OT

[Outro: Snap Dogg, Icewear Vezzo]

The fuck these niggas talkin' about nigga?
East to west, nigga

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Unknown T - Driller Sh!t lyrics

Driller Sh!t

Unknown T

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[Intro]
AXL
Let me show them niggas 'bout that driller shit
God damn, baby
Let me show them niggas 'bout that driller shit

[Chorus]
I said all of those TikToks and them Triller clips
And let me show them niggas 'bout that driller shit
Yo, my foreign model wanna fill her lips
And all my little niggas wanna fill a clip
Told my leng jawn that I'ma keep legit
But if I see the oppers I'ma spin da whip
She like Bentaygas and Daytonas, she wan' bigger drip

[Verse 1]
Wanna talk bout sticks, don't talk, that's gibberish
Rock with the ōdachi and chop man vigorous
Opps wanna buy heat, bop 'round diligent
There's cops in the 9, but the block's ambiguous
Put her nails in my top, I'm ticklish
Stop pretty gyal, wanna top mans licorice
Heard he ain't got a whip, stop stallin'
Your last man's dumb, come fuck with a bigger fish
We're so lit that their block can't mirror this
Watch the wap, beat off interiors (Brap)
Tell a cat he can find that drop
No Top Boy, this is real block life, period
Where the machine goes? Mysterious
Bruck shot, pedal bike glide on Veras
My circle's small, but the opps in various
Come with the opp, T spots, I'm curious

[Refrain]
Khalas and fork him up like the ripper
The young bulls stay on the glide
Don't talk on trials, don’t talk on Twitter
No anniversary love, but that day these roads made me pour that liquor
Slim and Balasian, no operation
She love thug man, now her ass look thicker
She said "Don't change", she love a skinny nigga
It won't stop rainin', I can’t contain it
The contract king we're dealing with a winner
Contract king, we're dealing with a winner
Dealing with a winner
It won't stop rainin', I can’t contain it
The contract king, we're dealing with a winner
Contract king, we're dealing with a winner

[Chorus]
They send all of those TikToks and them Triller clips
And let me show them niggas 'bout that driller shit
Yo, my foreign model wanna fill her lips
And all my little niggas wanna fill a clip
Told my leng jawn that I'ma keep legit
But if I see the oppers I'ma spin da whip
She like Bentaygas and Daytonas, she wan' bigger drip
They send all of those TikToks and them Triller clips
And let me show them niggas 'bout that driller shit
Yo, my foreign model wanna fill her lips
And all my little niggas wanna fill a clip
Told my leng jawn that I'ma keep legit
But if I see the oppers I'ma spin da whip
She like Bentaygas and Daytonas, she wan' bigger drip

[Verse 2]
Step one-two, hope it don't backfire
Shit got bagged, gotta bill up a new phone
Now I just bill up a new empire
Used to pay food, now we rent or hire, hire
Bill up, I don't enquire
TSG vans too irritating
They love red shoppers, the gunmen hyper
The back clap mad, suttin' like Blac Chyna
They love OT, but we done that prior
O2 flip o Tizzy, tuck, then briz slop my designer
Pretty bad gyal, come and rock with a niner
No fear on my block, opps cut thru the ends, that's minor
No rams, then swing like Deontay Wilder
I make the tugnem prouder

[Refrain]
Kalas and fork him up like the ripper
The young bulls stay on the glide
Don't talk on trials, don’t talk on Twitter
No anniversary love, but that day these roads made me pour that liquor
Slim and Balasian, no operation
She love thug man, now her arse look thicker
She said "Don't change", she love a skinny nigga
It won't stop rainin', I can’t contain it
The contract king we're dealing with a winner
Contract king we're dealing with a winner
Dealing with a winner
It won't stop rainin', I can’t contain it
The contract king we're dealing with a winner

[Chorus]
They send all of those TikToks and them Triller clips
And let me show them niggas 'bout that driller shit
Yo, my foreign model wanna fill her lips
And all my little niggas wanna fill a clip
Told my leng jawn that I'ma keep legit
But if I see the oppers I'ma spin da whip
She like Bentaygas and Daytonas, she wan' bigger drip
They send all of those TikToks and them Triller clips
And let me show them niggas 'bout that driller shit
Yo, my foreign model wanna fill her lips
And all my little niggas wanna fill a clip
Told my leng jawn that I'ma keep legit
But if I see the oppers I'ma spin da whip
She like Bentaygas and Daytonas, she wan' bigger drip

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Swave HMG - Gametime lyrics

Gametime

Swave HMG

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Intro: [Swave HMG]
Woooo

Yea

Oye Mami

We ain’t gotta count it no more, we weigh that you heard?

Them b****** don’t want you

Yea Yea

[Verse 1: Swave HMG]

Started Down Below I got my name up
Tally tatted on my arm i ain't no traitor
They ain't believe they treated me like I was made up
This is a different type of leauge what you mean we do it major yeaa
Everything different when u got that paper
I got her face down ass up she know i got my cake up
Getting money my ulermatium smoke dope you kno i bake up
She gonna spend a night im gettin blown when I wake up
Then im done wit you
I feel uncomfortable
I teach her ass a lesson her friend is a subsitute
Dont really got no time to waste so i cut em loose
If any n**** feel a way tell them bust a move
When i walk in make a statement ho** be on me
They on there knees like they praying cus my G O D
Overtime in the feild when i stay OT
I ain’t waving white flags but know i keep that peace

[Chorus: Swave HMG]
Bet I make mine
All day in the field n**** it’s Gametime [Woahh]
S*** just ain't the same when you winning
I don’t even know the name to these b*****
I’m just a N**** tryna get it
They be Hating cus a Young N**** Living
S*** just ain't the same when you winning [Yea]
S*** just ain't the same when you winning [yea yea]

[Verse 2: $crillah BinLit]
Designer sweater
With the Cuban links
Young king
When I was born
They wrapped me in a mink
All blacc lamborghini
With the butter seats
Amiri denim
And my sneakers
Made by Louii V
I’m in the Yams
Vibing with a little Spanish thing
A n**** lit
I’m really fire dripping kerosene
It might look light
But it’s heavy tho
I f*** a b****
Until she come
And make her pigeon toed
I bought a hunnid bottles
But I need a couple more
I’m flexing crazy in that foreign
This my coccy flow
I’m smoking gas
These b******
Love the marijuana smoke
I blow a bag and hit the dash
I’m yelling adios
And I ain’t playing with these n*****
Level up again
You gotta pay for my appearance
Ima real n****
All these n***** transperant
These haters gon be mad
When I pull out that McClaren


[Chorus: Swave HMG]
Bet I make mine
All day in the field n**** it’s Gametime [Woahh]
S*** just ain't the same when you winning
I don’t even know the name to these b*****
I’m just a N**** tryna get it
They be Hating cus a Young N**** Living
S*** just ain't the same when you winning [Yea]
S*** just ain't the same when you winning [yea yea]

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