Hold My Hand (Bonus)

歌詞

(Hold my hand) (Hold my hand, oh) Uh (Hold my hand) Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand, God Hold my hand, God Hold my hand, God Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand I'm still strapped as I stand, ten toes, I'm a man I'll never show my hand, forever stickin' to the plan (Yeah) I'm who helped us make it out, used to eat beans out the can Now my jeans cost ten bands, could've bought a minivan (Swerve) I mean, I need to buy some land (Swerve) Fight them demons when I land Down, lonely in my bed I hear voices in my head God, tell me how to play it I get dangerous when I'm scared Might get snaked out by my mans Niggas too geeked up off them Xans I'ma go on my move, I'm sayin' in advance (You know that) I'm accustomed to takin' chances (You know it) It ain't hard to see who my friends, you know I ain't shakin' a fuck nigga hand (Never) Couple more million-dollar advances My cuz got a Glock with a hand switch Why the fuck they think my problems stopped 'cause I live in a big ass mansion? Beef with the label, try and stop my expansion I pray the cops never lift my ransom Gotta raise my neph', he ain't got no pops, I can never hear my pops call me Randall I be puttin' my dead ones all on some rocks Ridin' 'round in a drop-top, I ain't even panic Livin' life in the fast lane, don't wanna stop, you know me, I'ma ride like I'm rockin' advance, yeah Hold my hand Hold my hand, God Hold my hand Hold my hand, God, please Hold my hand (Hold my hand) Hold my hand (Hold my hand) Hold my hand, God, please (Hold my hand) Hold my hand Help me understand I'm tryna see who a opp or a fan Please don't approach me quick with your hands up Need a reason to stop from sprayin' Back when this rap shit went way up, we was scrapin' out pots and pans Fuck nigga don't ever know when to man up, that's the reason he not the man (Fuck) Still in the streets, I put my fam up, my first five hundred grand Still got beef, better know when your time up, go sit in the fuckin' stands I already showed 'e 'fore I get hot Hit him four ways, he down to spot Where I'm from, niggas be down a lot Really got enemies down the block, damn Gotta keep shit on lock in the hood, I'm hopin' this bitch do not jam Soon as I'm done fightin' a case, I'm prayin' I don't see cops again Now it's comin' in, a few M's off a mixtape, fuckin' right, I dropped again When I say … I talk double digits, that ain't mean we stopped at ten Lawyer callin' my line, that mean its time this year, we lockin' in I don't got no love for that fake shit and I cannot pretend I go S580, S680 when I'm coppin' Benzes (Both of 'em) Rolls-Royce, I want it all white like I ain't got no sins (Yeah) Hold my hand Hold my hand, God, please Hold my hand Hold my hand, God Hold my hand, God, please