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• Artiste: Tsu Surf
• Titre: Hold On
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(Verse) We was ripping and writing, Found a couple of the hobbies now Ain’t gotta rob, ain’t got to cook, you cut it rock it now. And what you know is who you know, connections drop you down Shit was never white, it was more like a Bobby Brown. Though it was born, it was cold, what you do to hold it Like asking why dehydrated but what you do to soda? I had plans, never met her, but I knew I owed her, Two straps, shit, they was trying charge super soda. Blood thicker than water, but water tastes better So wouldn’t be shock of any signature of any eight level These enemies come into forms of friends now To it to whip, that’s a thirty, couldn’t extend now. Got a problem with straps, I need to let them go, These niggers keep giving me reasons to let them go Is my daddy proud, I will never know If I was eight again, I have so much to tell him, know. But I’m a kid with a kid, I do my own part I do pray that he whole watching Ain’t play ball like he wanted, but I be doing something, I mean, that’s better than nothing. Nothing but dreams, hopes and schemes where I live But this rap shit, we love that. Cops took a life and won’t give it back, Fuck the shop, I can’t do that. Mom’s in outer space, don’t even know where her kid at, And we digress, since you flapping boys you stayed up in my projects. They say they get me, but steady question my concept.