Hold Ya Head

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Give my child, my body bag, man, this shit is deep

Hold your head, hold your head

Hold your head, hold your head

Hold your head, hold your head, hold your head

Get that money to you

Let them get my top up out

God, why you let me see this?

I talk murder's on my features

Money make me out of money making creatures

God, why you let me see this?

I've been hurt by snakes and leeches

I want all my enemies all deleted

I need another **** contact in my eye

Don't want to see no more blood for the God

I done lost a couple crip's and I done lost a couple slime

Rest in peace to Nip That's on crip

They gon' ride

Call my **** at the real life

Hold your head, God, why you let me see him dead?

That's what I said right by my bed

I was traumatized, no spoon fed

I'm never scared, talking homicide

Them **** got yeah, yeah with the yeah, yeah

They talking pay, man

Stayed alive because I stayed strapped

Pistol on my left hand when I gave doubt

'Cause we don't trust shit

Shot my cousin in the face on the bridge, he coulda died

This the life we live around this bitch

It's you or I

Yeah

Give my child, my body bag, man

This shit is deep, hold your head, hold your head

Hold your head, hold your head, hold your head

Get that money to you

Let them get my top up out

God, why you let me see this?

I talk murder's on my features

Money made me out of money making creatures

Gaaaah!

God, why you let me see this?

I've been hurt by snakes and leeches

I want all my enemies all deleted

Got a call from one of my dawg's

I know what he want, but I be thinkin' of my phone tap

My lil' buddy be skizzin', be talkin' that shit

Cut the phone now, bitch, gotta end

That quick, thinkin' bout what he just said

Get up, go grab my stick, two extra clip's

Relocate, no gun on my waist

Get rid of that burner, we just

Caught a body lil' bitch said, set it up, 4-4, get him up

Gotta get another one, we gon' pick another one

Make him run the corner but run the hell out of my sweater

My three walk him down late night know they got fucked up

CTG-223 run down with tummy gun's

Run around, draw him in the sand

Pop a rum, bum, know that I'm slidin'

Jump out, we're taught up with chopper's

Do a **** dirty where I come from

I'm sly for my people

I catch a cap, I hope I beat it

They say Osama put a **** on his shirt

And ****'s know the reason

That I smoked them and got even

I never pay nobody, ****, that's my work on God

God, why you let me see this?

I talk murder's on my features

Money made me out of money making creatures

Gaaaaah!

God, why you let me see this?

I've been hurt by snakes and leeches

I want all my enemies all deleted

Gaaaaah!