[Verse 1: Ruck]
Hey yo, I never lie, rhymes is knives ready to sever guys
Never try, that nigga Ruckus'll fucking let it fly
Identify yourself, walking in my perimeter
I get rid of ya with two shots from the dillinger
Who’s willing ta (Willing ta) try to step to
Tall Sean? I wet you, that's my word to my nephew
Dante, word is bond, listen to what the Gods say
Grew up the hard way, wearing mad clothes from Conways
But now the Gods say dip then hide when the traum blaze
With bum bitches that run tricks like fucking card games
(Ayyo, cops, son, cops, son) I should have listened to what my mom say
Police squads, they harass me, never a calm day
[Hook: Rock]
Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard, you hold
The weight of the planet, it's your job, you God
Hold your head, boy, I know this shit's so bad
Hold your head, boy, you know a nigga got your back
[Verse 2: Ruck]
(You gotta hold on, pa) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'ma try
I can't lie, I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died (Word)
Can't decide right from wrong, nights are long
Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean, it's like
It’s “Therapy Part 2,” you know that I go
To the doctor for advice, he keep giving me prozac
That's so wack. The only thing that Sean deserve
Is some weed, money, and pussy to calm my nerve
Hey yo, I never lie, rhymes is knives ready to sever guys
Never try, that nigga Ruckus'll fucking let it fly
Identify yourself, walking in my perimeter
I get rid of ya with two shots from the dillinger
Who’s willing ta (Willing ta) try to step to
Tall Sean? I wet you, that's my word to my nephew
Dante, word is bond, listen to what the Gods say
Grew up the hard way, wearing mad clothes from Conways
But now the Gods say dip then hide when the traum blaze
With bum bitches that run tricks like fucking card games
(Ayyo, cops, son, cops, son) I should have listened to what my mom say
Police squads, they harass me, never a calm day
[Hook: Rock]
Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard, you hold
The weight of the planet, it's your job, you God
Hold your head, boy, I know this shit's so bad
Hold your head, boy, you know a nigga got your back
[Verse 2: Ruck]
(You gotta hold on, pa) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'ma try
I can't lie, I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died (Word)
Can't decide right from wrong, nights are long
Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean, it's like
It’s “Therapy Part 2,” you know that I go
To the doctor for advice, he keep giving me prozac
That's so wack. The only thing that Sean deserve
Is some weed, money, and pussy to calm my nerve
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