[Verse 1: Chaz French]
And everybody keep asking what's the holdup holdup
Come on drop these records you could blow up up
Thinking damn this is how it feel to be grown up grown up
You can't get no lower
A nigga still down and out and still manage to keep it going
I remeber doing coke for the first time
And thinking to myself damn nigga you out of line
Till I looked up and noticed we running out of lines
Took a shot of goose and gave that shit another try momma I
Know I ain't been keeping you too satisfied
Tryna stay numb to it all, I swear I'm terrified
Of maybe losing it eyes, look in my daughter eyes
And keep pushing like I'm in labor until we multi all my
Life they been telling me I'm too qualified
To be the leader of this game hope I don't end biased
Decide to get my life in order like a drive-thru
Cause it can taken away as quickly as it was given to
Growing up they swore I'd be a pastor up in somebody church
Now what I say is bible niggas live by these verses
It's ironic growing up, thought I would marry a virgin
But thing's change like coinstar tell me who really worth it
I got a problem I got a problem
I got ways to make it happen but not many options
They say lately I been slackin' been to busy partying
But you can't find a nigga that go hard as him
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