Hold Your Own

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)

(It's Malik on the track)

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(Run that shit up, Jay)

It's YoungBoy

(Khris James, what the fuck?)

Street nigga and she got a real possessive body

Youngin', don't you want your life? Don't be stupid, this ain't kamikaze

How you 'posed to hustle? You can't focus, you out here takin' Roxies

Knowin' I got the trick like hocus pocus for to drop the boxes

Hold your own, young man

Hold

And remember no love

Inside these streets you roam

Go, New York in a peacoat, catch me jumpin' out of taxis

Just paid ten million for my taxes, no time for flashin'

Transaction active, he too flashy

What's the worse perhaps could happen?

Result in him tied up on the other side of the bed, stuffed under the mattress

Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik's Cube

Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle, I'll murder Cupid

She say, "You don't deserve me, stupid, you fuckin' jerk, let go of my shirt"

Since grandma died, I ain't go to church, she a gospel woman, the past hurt

In the eight Atlantic section, hand in a pot, I'm with VL

Been a chef before a rapper, I was tryna show 'em that my recipes still good still

Duckin' from a line of steel, they done pried eight through the car

Tell the bosses in my time, "I'm on the line, hold your cigar"

Shots fired, we send 'em back, the neighbors say they saw us

And they knowin' we can't control it, but try protectin' they lil' boy

Feelin' insecure, I could work you good, but feel like a lil' boy

That's just me, I'm thinkin' out loud, but your bitch'll tell you I go hard

I done jumped up out my sleep, I'm on K2, it's not that boy

No direction, ain't no plans, just tell Khris to just press record

Just bought a new house for my girl, my daughters, and my lil' boys

Six million, bitch, I'm sittin' on top the mountain like Costello, nigga

Hold your own, young man

Hold

And remember no love

Inside these streets you roam

Just did time, became a hustler, tryna turn it from backwards (what that mean?)

He been tryna make the money keep on stackin'

Education out the streets, don't need no lecture pastor

Run from police, they don't like me 'cause I'm a rich fuckin' bastard

Turn it up, go faster, I come from stolen cars to my own whip

Got a shooter inside with me, ain't got no name, they like, "Who own him?"

Told youngin, "Don't leave the backside of that Nawf," they like, "Who zoned him?"

Finally rich, I came home and turned around, they said, "They cloned him"

Mathematics gon' switch my whole position, we play with numbers here

Start it, end it, puttin' shit in the grave, this be them diggers, yeah

Green flag tattoos all on they face, and they be quick to kill

From the environment, holdin' my bitch body, it was an attempt to get me drilled

The art of water, art of murder, look who standin' still

Audemars came stainless steel

Portrait painter can't even paint the kid

DA tryna paint the picture, a lie, I can't, the truths, I bid

Signed a gentle bond, still set the bid

Dreamed of contract business as a kid

Hold your own, young man

Hold

And remember no love

Inside these streets you roam