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lirik lagu hold up – jojo (3)

(outro)
money ain’t the issue, the struggle made me
born to shine, destined to be free
stacking racks, chasing that dream
i’m that b*tch, never losing steam
i was stuck in the streets, i was startin’ to get lonely
n*ggas talking that sh*t like they know me
i done been through the storm, they can’t fold me
all the opps, i’m out, tryna clone me
man, whatever it is, let it be that
catch ‘em leavin’ his crib, he won’t be back
brodie gon’ pop out the cut, he won’t see that
sh*t get real, it’s not fake so don’t think that

verse: 1
didn’t i say not to mention us?
f*ck it, we slidin’, ’cause i’m tired of tellin’ you that
f*ck all the opps, why the f*ck is they claimin’ the block where them n*ggas don’t ever be at?
throwin’ up l’s for twin ‘nem, i’m droppin’ the rakes
and you know that i kept me a strap
slept on the floor at my auntie’s crib, under the pillow, that’s where my little wesson was at
i told my shawty, “stop woofin’ with n*ggas on facebook, i taught you better than that”
he say he ridin’ with him ’til they switch
start twitchin’, that b*tch got him pedalin’ back
say he gon’ do some, what?
them hitters, i keep a few in the cut
bro got the lo’ on the party, we go end it early, come through and start shootin’ it up
foenem keep eatin’ them x pills like candy
he just keep chewin’ them up
i signed a deal but still ride on the block
everyday, i ain’t been to the stu’ in a month
nah, we ain’t crips, but we lurkin’ for blood
tryna turn their whole crew into runts
so, b*tch, when they shoot, better duck
if you lackin’, then you out of luck, gang, gang
(outro)
money ain’t the issue, the struggle made me
born to shine, destined to be free
stacking racks, chasing that dream
i’m that b*tch, never losing steam
i was stuck in the streets, i was startin’ to get lonely
n*ggas talking that sh*t like they know me
i done been through the storm, they can’t fold me
all the opps, i’m out, tryna clone me
man, whatever it is, let it be that
catch ‘em leavin’ his crib, he won’t be back
brodie gon’ pop out the cut, he won’t see that
sh*t get real, it’s not fake so don’t think that

verse:4
ain’t hard to figure him out ‘cause all his thought was tweeted
we blew some shots to shut him up, that’s why his top was leakin’
‘cause i ain’t never seen a n*gga from his coffin speakin’
we picked that n*gga off, he ain’t think that we saw him creepin’
sometimes i miss them days when me and bro was off it, tweakin’
i hate september 18th, that’s when we lost a demon
why the real ones always leave? that’s what i get exhausted thinkin’
can’t be ungrateful ‘bout this life, you know we fought to see it
i’d rather you hate me while i’m here than love me when i’m dead
they sent that text the twinnem checked, couldn’t stomach what i read
like life been pushin’ me too far and i’m stuck on the edge
don’t wanna party, i’ll stay in this lonely room instead

- jojo 3

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