Hold On G.T. (Ft. G Herbo)

[Intro: G.T.]
Yeah
I'm in Glenwood with this shit
Long way from Detroit, man
(It's raw when you need cash only)
Ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
What up, Keef? I ain't talk to you in a minute (I ain't talk to you in a minute), thought I should tell you
Kamari gettin' older (Yeah), he lookin' up to his elders (For real)
Bird out in Vegas, I talk to him very seldom
Shit ain't really been all that down here since you left us (For real)
You literally took a piece of my heart (You did)
Since you left, it been dark (Been dark)
I've been spittin' my raps to you, you sayin', "That's hard"
Remember me, you, and Tim took our last to the spot? (For real)
Broke down in the basement (For real), I guess that was the start
Nobody love me like Crunch, you been here through it all
I never saw you complain, brodie (Yeah), you really a dog (For real)
Lost time with my son, I'ma repay it all
Every tear I shed, picture you wipin' it off
You know LA in heaven, that kind of make me feel better
You gettin' big on pops, you 'bout to be the big setter
You know daddy a legend, so that make you a legend (For real)
But don't walk in my shoes when you can be way better (Be way better)
I drop to my knees and I send my prayers home
How strong I gotta be to hold on?
Yeah, how strong I gotta be to hold on?