Skillz, Black Thought - Hold Tight lyrics
[Skillz, Black Thought - Hold Tight lyrics]
Yeah
You got to hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Judge swing the gavel
Cops swing the nightstick
You got to hold on tight, keep a tight grip
You got to hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
You got to hold on tight, keep a tight grip
You got to hold on tight
Cause you might slip you got to
Deal with the real
When it's got you seein red
And feelin like you felt when you
Was lookin over the edge
Soon as you get the light
They pull back the curtain
You workin for the system
But the system ain't workin
Pressure, they done got the best like that
Apply a little more and he just might crack
Who policin the police when they ain't legit?
No need for a notepad officer
I don't know shit
If it's jail I got bail, i ain't frontin
You might as well be Kanye
I +Can't Tell You Nothing+
Uh, and I don't have a clue
To what, where, why, who
Do they things they do
No PC (uh) and see he got touched up
And y'all wonder why the youth
Out here fucked up
The laws got flaws, they ain't nothin new
Damn, is that a set of
Blue lights in my rear-view?
Yo, this shit remind me of my man Norman
He got to work two jobs
One as a longshoreman, one as a doorman
Inside the Marriot, a couple times he spazzed
Smacked the shit out a faggot ass concierge
His wife she scared, he gon' get canned
They can't afford it
But what my man Norm can't stand
Is being ordered around, by some clown
That's besides the point
He just paroled for five
Years inside the joint and money tight
So he workin all nights at the waterfront
Tryin to get the paper for
The swingset his daughter want
Let her know that when he was locked
He only thought of her
Even though he guilty of the crimes
That they caught him for
Robbin a photographer
Told him give his wallet up
Pampers cost more than six quarters
I ain't got enough
You would of thought he walked into
A bank and shot it up throwed away
The cops came and got him in a squat car
Hold tight, when you in the spotlight
When everything you ever wanted
Now you got right? Plan A was your only plan
They say fame is the worst drug known to man
(huh)
The bigger the buzz, the bigger the love
And now your niggas sayin you ain't
The same nigga you was you figure it cause
You a little higher in the game
Yeah it's clear that you high
But you high off the fame
Once you lose it, you back in the slow lane
You got change, but you can't buy more fame
Back then chicks wanted to get with you
But nowadays they don't even want pictures
Tryin your best to stay out the slammer
And the bloggers sayin that you
The brand new Hammer
Fillin out a job app around the way
The manager say "didn't you have a
Hit back in the day?"
You got to hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Judge swing the gavel
Cops swing the nightstick
You got to hold on tight, keep a tight grip
You got to hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
You got to hold on tight, keep a tight grip
You got to hold on tight
Cause you might slip you got to
Deal with the real
When it's got you seein red
And feelin like you felt when you
Was lookin over the edge
Soon as you get the light
They pull back the curtain
You workin for the system
But the system ain't workin
Pressure, they done got the best like that
Apply a little more and he just might crack
Who policin the police when they ain't legit?
No need for a notepad officer
I don't know shit
If it's jail I got bail, i ain't frontin
You might as well be Kanye
I +Can't Tell You Nothing+
Uh, and I don't have a clue
To what, where, why, who
Do they things they do
No PC (uh) and see he got touched up
And y'all wonder why the youth
Out here fucked up
The laws got flaws, they ain't nothin new
Damn, is that a set of
Blue lights in my rear-view?
Yo, this shit remind me of my man Norman
He got to work two jobs
One as a longshoreman, one as a doorman
Inside the Marriot, a couple times he spazzed
Smacked the shit out a faggot ass concierge
His wife she scared, he gon' get canned
They can't afford it
But what my man Norm can't stand
Is being ordered around, by some clown
That's besides the point
He just paroled for five
Years inside the joint and money tight
So he workin all nights at the waterfront
Tryin to get the paper for
The swingset his daughter want
Let her know that when he was locked
He only thought of her
Even though he guilty of the crimes
That they caught him for
Robbin a photographer
Told him give his wallet up
Pampers cost more than six quarters
I ain't got enough
You would of thought he walked into
A bank and shot it up throwed away
The cops came and got him in a squat car
Hold tight, when you in the spotlight
When everything you ever wanted
Now you got right? Plan A was your only plan
They say fame is the worst drug known to man
(huh)
The bigger the buzz, the bigger the love
And now your niggas sayin you ain't
The same nigga you was you figure it cause
You a little higher in the game
Yeah it's clear that you high
But you high off the fame
Once you lose it, you back in the slow lane
You got change, but you can't buy more fame
Back then chicks wanted to get with you
But nowadays they don't even want pictures
Tryin your best to stay out the slammer
And the bloggers sayin that you
The brand new Hammer
Fillin out a job app around the way
The manager say "didn't you have a
Hit back in the day?"