MC Eiht - Hold Up lyrics

EIHT:

We sending this one out right here

To all the young thug and young hustlers out there

You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin'

In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is

Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin'

Geah

Born and raised a black youth, no happy days

My moms and pops went they separate ways

Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids

No house, a damn tight situation we in

Hit the streets to look for work and pay

So her kids can have it better than she had one day

Try to teach me some rules, "Get A's in school

Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools"

That was the lesson, always listen to moms

Bible she totin, always quotin from Psalms

Young but I'm knowin' the right thang to do

Know the things to say when times is blue

Times is hard and really unfortunate

I'm young and I really don't like the shit

But I dream nice things when I sleep at night

When I grow up I'll make everything alright

Sing

SOULTRE':

I know it's hard sometimes

But if you can make a way, you need to hold up

I know a better way

And if you can wait today it'll be alright...

EIHT:

Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen

What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene

Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes

Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green

My moms don't know where I get the shit from

If you keep trippin' you know the outcome

Laid up somewhere, or in jail

Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail

Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar

Before I give it away better get it together

My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen

The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention

Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own

Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit

Young thug ready to take on the world

Who made my life take such a twirl

C'mon

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Now my situation's changed, no chains remain

Now I try to check out the game and cause pain

Long live the days of homeboys and straps

Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps

Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days

Good part is shot up while 'More Bounce' plays

Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future

Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya

Rob a nigga blind, just like Stevie

I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy

But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong

Now I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs

Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid

Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids

Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind

Yeah boy, this world is mine

Geah

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