Hold Your Own

[Intro]
(Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?)
(Nick on the track)
(Cook that shit up, Jay)
It's YoungBoy
(Khris James, what the ****?)
[Verse 1]
Street nigga and she got a repressive 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, spread a drop of boxes
[Chorus]
Hold your own young man
Hold, hold
Don't remember no love, oh
Inside the streets, you wrong, go
[Verse 2]
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 thе bed stuffed under thе mattress
Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik's Cube
Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle, I'll murder you
She say, 'You don't deserve me, stupid, you ****in' jerk, let go of my shirt'
Since grandma died, I ain't go to church, she a gospel woman, the past hurt
In that eight Atlantic section, [?] with VL
Been a chef before a rapper, I was tryna show 'em that my recipes still good still
Duckin' from Atlanta still, they didn't [?], they told a cop
Told the bosses in my town, 'I'm on the line, hold your cigar'
Shots fired, we send 'em back, the neighbors said they saw us
And they knowin' we can' t control it but traffic takin' the name, [lil' boy?]
Feelin' insecure, I could work you good but feel like a lil' boy
That's justme, I'm thinkin' out loud but your bitch'll tell you, I go hard
I done jumped up on my sleep, I'm on K2, it's not that boy
No direction, ain't no plans, just tell Chris 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 a stolo , nigga
[Chorus]
Hold your own young man
Hold, hold
Don't remember no love, oh
Inside the streets, you wrong
[Verse 3]
Just did the time, he came hustler, was 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, pass
Where I'm from, police, they don't like me 'cause I'm a rich ****in' bastard
Turn it, I 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 the youngin' don't leave the backside of that door, they like, 'Who zoned him?'
Finally rich, I came home and turned around, they said they caught him
Mathematics gon' switch my whole position, we play with numbers here
Startin' indie, 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 [?], holdin' my bitch body was a tip to get me drilled
That [ ?] oughta murder, look who standin' still, Audemars, it can't stand it still
Portrait painter can't even paint the kid
DA tryna paint the picture, a lie, I can't, the truth, I bid
Signing gentle bonds, still set the bid
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