Testo Hold on Tsu Surf

Hold on

(Verse)
We was ripping and writing,
Found a couple of the hobbies now
Ain't gotta rob, ain't got to cook, you cut it rock it now.
And what you know is who you know, connections drop you down
Shit was never white, it was more like a Bobby Brown.
Though it was born, it was cold, what you do to hold it
Like asking why dehydrated but what you do to soda?
I had plans, never met her, but I knew I owed her,
Two straps, shit, they was trying charge super soda.
Blood thicker than water, but water tastes better
So wouldn't be shock of any signature of any eight level
These enemies come into forms of friends now
To it to whip, that's a thirty, couldn't extend now.
Got a problem with straps, I need to let them go,
These niggers keep giving me reasons to let them go
Is my daddy proud, I will never know
If I was eight again, I have so much to tell him, know.
But I'm a kid with a kid, I do my own part
I do pray that he whole watching
Ain't play ball like he wanted, but I be doing something,
I mean, that's better than nothing.

Nothing but dreams, hopes and schemes where I live
But this rap shit, we love that.
Cops took a life and won't give it back,
Fuck the shop, I can't do that.
Mom's in outer space, don't even know where her kid at,
And we digress, since you flapping boys you stayed up in my projects.
They say they get me, but steady question my concept.