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trick daddy - hold on - featuring j. shin lyrics

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see what i’m sayin’
gotsta hold on
i’m trapped for so long
gotsta hold on

i’m trapped for so long
gotsta hold on
i’m trapped for so long
gotsta hold on

see, see — got me copin’ wit my problems
and hennessy got me hopin’ i could solve ’em
my baby mama full of drama tryin’ to scar me
but unlike my old sorry — father, i tried harder

my baby raised to hate her daddy
her mammy playa hate and wishin’ that she had me
she hate to see me on tha street and still on my feet
betta yet this — wish them — had me

see, everybody wantsa hustle
but don’t n-body wanna suffer
n-body wantsta die ‘cuz they all bustas and suckaz
ain’t never gon’ have nothin’ ‘cuz they be frontin’
gotta sacrifice three time for every dime they be wantin’

and believe me, being a thug, it ain’t that easy
i once was a fool but see they had to free me
i’m undercover man but still they ain’t respectin’ me
tryin’ to get the best of me constantly stressin’ me

we gotta hold on
see, you must be strong
[incomprehensible] happiness
you can go wrong, no, no

for all my homies in the hood
what will you do?
which life will you choose?
(i been trapped for so long)
yeah, yeah

see, big daddy gave her diamond rings
he introduced her to the finer things
looked out, started buyin’ her things

minor things for the small change
and had her off the chain
and it’s a awful thang, she ain’t even cost a thang

even though i’m thugged out
she loved how i did wrong for so long and still got by
see, thug money got blood on it
plus, it leave residue, boy, i’m tellin’ you
i put mo bread on it

i lost a homie in the struggle right
and just the other night
some brother tried to take my dogs life
attempted homicide they outside and ain’t gon let ’em ride
don’t wanna talk and ain’t gon’ let em slide

they want war instead
they want more for dead
rather die, open — or do life for their’s

take a life instead
— his wife in bed
—
what tha shooter said?

we gotta hold on
see, you must be strong
[incomprehensible] happiness
you can go wrong, no, no

for all my homies in the hood
what will you do?
which life will you choose? yeah, yeah

see, i’m thinkin’ ’bout when i was younger
i had to hustle in the summer
no time for cryin’, had to help my mama

any time and any weather
whatever’s clever and hardly ever never
had to step and get my — together

i left my homies in tha pen and reason being
see, every man got his own sin
but i’m a always remember y’all
‘cuz after all y’all still my dogs
and when ya jump we can still ball

my — ronnie, lil willie and fat fred
big black, my dog sparky and lil ed
it be times like this, i sit around like this
cryin’ ’bout this, thinkin’ why my clicque
gotta go and die like this

no duckin’, no fearin’ nothin’
hearin’ nothin’, stayin’ rich but buggin’
we call that thuggin’

but don’ be thuggin’ for nothin’
own somethin’, do or ya kids and ya mama
save the drama, young —

we gotta hold on
see, you must be strong
[incomprehensible] happiness
you can go wrong, no, no

for all my homies in the hood
what will you do?
which life will you choose? yeah, yeah

we gotta hold on
see, you must be strong
[incomprehensible] happiness
you can go wrong, no, no

for all my homies in the hood
what will you do?
which life will you choose? yeah, yeah

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