HOLD ON
GENRE
[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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