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Hold On Lyrics

from Pilot Talk II

"Hold On" is track #9 on the album Pilot Talk II. It was written by Hewett/meyers/nero/dominguez.
"Hold On" is track #9 on the album Pilot Talk II. It was written by Hewett/meyers/nero/dominguez.

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Hey yo, oh
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch
I've been a man and I am still stainless
Haters called vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats human fashion painless
Cellphone my bitch to auctions cop paintings
Gotta have a more than cain loc wanted them Daytons
Jets x Nesph Phips fifth crack lacerations
Dope cuts motherfucker catch up, yo girl eyes wondering she wan' know if that's us
Heard about that spitter's stroke and she wanna be next up
Only man talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all messed up
Let's go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of ozium in the trunk
Fresh cut, word the Gucci man photo shoot
Spitta in your city homie, send them hoes through

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Start a business mind your own

And I stayed on my job when them nigga got lazy
And look how I've changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how I've turned them Hoopties to Mercedes
And I mean that (?) was kinda crazy
But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me
Now they telling all of those DJ's to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80's
say My favorite color was green like money since a baby
The niggers turn flaky, visions turn shady
But no more great days, I wake up out amazing
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And as on everything that dirty first raised me
And thats on everything got Adidas in all flavors
Practice make perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting
So it's fuck you pay me, I've been ranned out of favors

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young

I was playing my position, posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor,
Surrounded by these bitches I'm far from fictitious
Niggas claim they G but they start to look suspicious
Hating on the planes every time my name get mentioned
I'm paying no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purp is so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
Just said we're here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in the choke hold is more like a strangle
You say I'm one of the best and I ain't ever dropped a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas act of trees, I'm smoking Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour dees and the kush taste mango
Trade keep it real, I am nowhere near lame-o
The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lanes ho

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Start a business mind your own.

Songwriters
HEWETT/MEYERS/NERO/DOMINGUEZ

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