Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rebirth / Hold On , by - Deniro Farrar. Song from the album Rebirth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.06.2014
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Rebirth / Hold On |
| Lord, forgive me 'cause the way I’m living |
| They say what goes around comes around |
| I’m gonna get what’s coming to me |
| Guess I’ll be strapped up till they lay me down |
| And I done did too much to say |
| I never go to church and barely pray |
| Lately I’ve been going through some things |
| Hell, what the fuck I’m supposed to say? |
| 'Cause I just had two baby boys |
| I’m always calling their mama’s out their name |
| When I get caught in my emotions |
| Lord, I swear I’m tryna make a change |
| Ain’t wrote my brother Tune in the month |
| But I’m always texting with these hoes |
| Feel bad whenever he call my phone |
| He had a court and I ain’t even show |
| And my little brother looking up to me |
| Lord, I swear I ain’t no role model |
| My uncle a fucking alcoholic |
| Can’t even eat unless he got a bottle |
| I been stressing about that money lately |
| It got me 'bout to rob a fucking bank |
| And my mama fuck with bitches now |
| I could judge her, but I really can’t |
| 'Cause the way I’m living ain’t no better |
| I said the way I’m living ain’t no better |
| I just got in beef with what’s his name |
| So now I’m riding strapped with my Beretta |
| Laying in my bed, can’t get sleep |
| Eyes wide open and I’m staring at the ceiling |
| 99 problems but I really got a million |
| You don’t know my struggle so don’t tell me that you feel it |
| Spit it from the heart, I know they gonna feel it |
| I was born real so cowards gonna feel me |
| Watching my back 'cause I know they wanna kill me |
| Don’t go nowhere without my semi |
| Daddy was a killer so the bloodline in me |
| Heart of a lion even though a nigga skinny |
| Come to my hood and you gonna see plenty |
| Matchbox chevy with the hubcap missin' |
| Niggas on dope walk around all timid |
| Dope dealer pass through the hood in a Bentley |
| Never gave back to the hood where I’m from |
| So the niggas from the block where I’m from gonna get it |
| Niggas get money and they act like bitches |
| Niggas get money and they act like bitches |
| Till they head get bust and they ass need stitches |
| Blinded by the greed so you better pay attention |
| Money don’t make you real, my nigga |
| Better run a valuable motherfucking dollar |
| 'Fore them hungry niggas break you of something proper |
| City of the Angels where they ride with them choppers |
| Eat, shit, sleep and even die with the chopper |
| I ain’t got nowhere to go, my nigga |
| Got beat down to the floor, my nigga |
| Hurt so bad and it show, my nigga |
| They kept saying that I wouldn’t be shit |
| 'Cause I grew up so poor, my nigga |
| Well I’mma tell y’all like my nigga tell me |
| While I see it well enough they never grow, my nigga |
| Laying in my bed, can’t get sleep |
| Eyes wide open and I’m staring at the ceiling |
| Never go to church and my momma’s feeling hurt |
| Praying at night 'cause she know that I’m sinning |
| Best coming so you know I gotta get it |
| Money coming fast so you know that’s how I’m spending |
| I ain’t got credit so the whips on me when I drop out work another day you |
| rented |
| Unmarked car keep riding through the hood, with the Feds in the town and they |
| might be in it |
| Niggas on tha westside just got bopped with a couple of 'em blocks so they |
| might be snitching |
| Calling my phone, wanna talk about business |
| Ain’t it fucked up because I smell something fishy |
| Everyone’s fucked, tryna handle my business |
| Trigger finger itching and my eyeballs twitchin |
| All this work in the goddamn kitchen |
| Everytime I cook, a nigga get nauseous |
| Peepin out my blinds because the chopper feelin cautious |
| Runnin from the law, got a nigga so exhausted |
| That’s all I know my nigga, ya’ll hardhead and it shows my nigga |
| Money be the root of all evil, gotta watch your people sometimes you don’t know |
| them niggas |
| But that’s how it goes my nigga, got beat down to the floor my nigga |
| Hurt so bad and it show, my nigga |
| They kept saying that I wouldn’t be shit |
| 'Cause I grew up so poor, my nigga |
| Well I’mma tell y’all like my nigga tell me |
| While I see it well enough they never grow, my nigga |