[Intro: Loaded Lux]
Yeah, uh
[?] shit

[Chorus: Loaded Lux]
I ain't gon’ hold ya'
Told ya' I’m a soldier
Put it on my shoulders when no one showed up, that world is cold bruh
They snaking won't pick they phones up
I know suh, hang it up no clicking over
I ain't gon' hold ya'

[Verse 1: Loaded Lux & Joey Bada$$]
I put the pain on ya' fader
They didn't ask to cut the yard, papi with the landscapers
Timberland scrape the tans beige sandpaper
They gon' get the plan later, but they gon’ get the plan later
Hold up, man labor, wit’ ya' grand mater
Sitting on them can’t stand haters, I been fan favorite stance taker
I [?] my choice was chance-taker
Handshake was all to seal the deal, and it's real
Gotta build, where you been, how ya' feel?
Huey P., getting the party started, Bobby Seale
No College Hill, labor got that dollar bill
So if you wait up for some paper you must bodybuild
I ain't gon’ hold ya'
Like a step-daddy when he scold ya'
Poor punch, why you sleeping waking when I fold ya'?
Hold her now I don't know how to get you no exposure
I tell ya' like I told my son as soon as he turn one
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