Hold On

These the types of lessons you don’t wager rent for
These the types of dudes that build resentment
These the type of times that really define commitment
Thse are not the typ of niggas that openly show resistance, but rather the ones
that sneak up close to get exposure
If you co-sign or vouch for that snake, you just as guilty
Venom is on your sleeves and the Tea Leaves are just filthy
Poison starts to speckle and sproutin' out of your speech
It’s ironic thirsty niggas suck blood out of a leech
I was told to pick another path
Switch and find another craft
Trade it all just to go back & hear my mother’s laugh
Crescent Park was the cloud we hovered past
There were days I thought I suffered the same fate that my cousin had
But no advice is better than bad advice
I’d rather fail doing me than smoke on your panic pipe
While you sit online and judge, that taken-for-granted life
Bitch, I grind to put my plan in flight
I’m speakin' out for my people livin' in disarray, that disobey authority
Morally obligated to stop & state what is formally
Stolen from us
In hopes that one of us show growth among us
Gross in numbers
Numb to incumbents that try to boast, but hung us
I can sense a weak rapper by his profile
I can sense a bitch nigga by his close pal
But in this current climate with all of this struggle behind it
All you rap about is money & bitches
Lyrically lowbrow
The low cloud the hovers above us covers but aisles
Self Determination determines whether we both drown
Lyrics are Life Rafts; Buoys become a playlist
Paddling upstream to up streams until they say quit
The same stiff-arm labels used to engage with
On days which I was too lazy waitin' for late hits
Delayed whistle, they diss you until they need you
I’d rather teach you to fish than just feed you