| I got shot, popped on Tuesday night
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| Now I’m on the ground fighting for my life
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| Will I die? |
| Or will I not?
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| Will I get high again or will I rot?
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| I can’t move my body I just stay still
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| I just lay there thinkin of any beef that was built
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| Was it revenge for them? |
| Was it friends of them?
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| All these questions in my head and I can’t answer them
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| I think back random thoughts of the past
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| Tears come to my eyes but all I can do is laugh
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| I know I don’t wana die, but then would it be so bad?
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| A daughter without her dad, I know that I can’t so I hold on
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| (Hook)
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| HOLD ON
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| So I hold on
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| HOLD ON
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| So I hold on
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| HOLD ON
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| So I hold on
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| HOLD ON
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| Now I’m on the stretcher, and I’m taking deep breaths
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| The Doc said my last breath might be my next
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| He said hang son and be real calm
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| I said «I can’t die, plus my hands feel numb.»
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| So I pray «Lord you can’t take me now, I won’t let these mother f___ers take me
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| out.»
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| I already miss my girl, I already miss my kid
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| I already miss my boys and all the s___ that we did
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| We used to record hits just for us
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| We didn’t give a f___ boy we couldn’t be touched
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| But now, I hear matchines beepin sounds
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| Beepin louder every minute, every hour
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| Counting down, so I hold on
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| (Hook)
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| HOLD ON
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| So I hold on
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| HOLD ON
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| So I hold on
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| HOLD ON
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| So I hold on
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| HOLD ON
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| Now my eye’s can’t stay open I’m looking through a blink watching everybody cry,
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| It’s getting hard to breath
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| Tryin to say my last words It’s hard to speak
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| As I open up my mouth feel my body getting weak
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| Please, tell my momma and my daddy that I love them both
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| Tell my dauther I’m sorry I couldn’t watch her grow
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| Tell my homies my bad I couldn’t see 'em blow
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| And tell my tell my tell
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| I’m in and out memories are fading out
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| HOLD ON
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| In and out very weak I couldn’t hold on |