Locksmith - Hold On lyrics
[Locksmith - Hold On lyrics]
Unsuccesful niggas tryna be my mentor no
Desperate niggas stress & try to
Press my temple no
These the types of weapons you
Can’t plan defense for what?
These the types of lessons you
Don’t wager rent for
These the types of dudes
That build resentment
These the type of times
That really define commitment
Thеse are not the typе of
Niggas that openly show resistance
But rather the ones that sneak
Up close to get exposure
If you co-sign or vouch for that snake
You just as guilty
Venom is on your sleeves and the
Tea Leaves are just filthy
Poison starts to speckle and sproutin’
Out of your speech
It’s ironic thirsty niggas suck blood
Out of a leech
I was told to pick another path
Switch and find another craft
Trade it all just to go back
& hear my mother’s laugh
Crescent Park was the cloud we hovered past
There were days I thought I suffered the
Same fate that my cousin had
But no advice is better than bad advice
I’d rather fail doing me than
Smoke on your panic pipe
While you sit online and judge
That taken-for-granted life
Bitch, I grind to put my plan in flight
I’m speakin’ out for my
People livin’ in disarray
That disobey authority
Morally obligated to stop &
State what is formally stolen from us
In hopes that one of us show growth among us
Gross in numbers
Numb to incumbents that try to boast
But hung us
I can sense a weak rapper by his profile
I can sense a bitch nigga by his close pal
But in this current climate with all
Of this struggle behind it
All you rap about is money & bitches
Lyrically lowbrow
The low cloud the hovers above
Us covers but aisles
Self Determination determines whether
We both drown
Lyrics are Life Rafts Buoys become a playlist
Paddling upstream to up streams
Until they say quit
The same stiff-arm labels used to engage with
On days which I was too
Lazy waitin’ for late hit's delayed whistle
They diss you until they need you
I’d rather teach you to fish
Than just feed you
Desperate niggas stress & try to
Press my temple no
These the types of weapons you
Can’t plan defense for what?
These the types of lessons you
Don’t wager rent for
These the types of dudes
That build resentment
These the type of times
That really define commitment
Thеse are not the typе of
Niggas that openly show resistance
But rather the ones that sneak
Up close to get exposure
If you co-sign or vouch for that snake
You just as guilty
Venom is on your sleeves and the
Tea Leaves are just filthy
Poison starts to speckle and sproutin’
Out of your speech
It’s ironic thirsty niggas suck blood
Out of a leech
I was told to pick another path
Switch and find another craft
Trade it all just to go back
& hear my mother’s laugh
Crescent Park was the cloud we hovered past
There were days I thought I suffered the
Same fate that my cousin had
But no advice is better than bad advice
I’d rather fail doing me than
Smoke on your panic pipe
While you sit online and judge
That taken-for-granted life
Bitch, I grind to put my plan in flight
I’m speakin’ out for my
People livin’ in disarray
That disobey authority
Morally obligated to stop &
State what is formally stolen from us
In hopes that one of us show growth among us
Gross in numbers
Numb to incumbents that try to boast
But hung us
I can sense a weak rapper by his profile
I can sense a bitch nigga by his close pal
But in this current climate with all
Of this struggle behind it
All you rap about is money & bitches
Lyrically lowbrow
The low cloud the hovers above
Us covers but aisles
Self Determination determines whether
We both drown
Lyrics are Life Rafts Buoys become a playlist
Paddling upstream to up streams
Until they say quit
The same stiff-arm labels used to engage with
On days which I was too
Lazy waitin’ for late hit's delayed whistle
They diss you until they need you
I’d rather teach you to fish
Than just feed you