Hold On (tellin Me)

[Sample]

Sittin' on the edge of my mind all the time

[Big Pooh]

Look Ma

I wrote this with no hands

Naw, I'm playin'

Check it, I wrote this with no pens

A little flow to get the doors open

With your neck noddin' back like you drunk off Chopin

A lot of niggas quietly hopin'

I wouldn't return with the scope on them scopin'

But look niggas I'm here

Start chokin'

There's gonna be a lot of things said that's provokin'

Little dudes to get amp

Where you can get crushed like an ant

Turned out like a lamp

And take this mothafuckin' lick with a stamp

Do yourself a favor; don't fuck with the champs

Cause in any division

Whether that's, long or short on any decision

I'm gonna be the last standin'

Hand raised lookin' at the ref

You gonna ? count demandin'

For a rematch

But I cut out the beef

And guarantee you it won't be a relapse

Perhaps

In the crowd you can post up

Take a good look nigga

Get a close up

We froze up

Scrub niggas that rose up

Your run is over

Hand the fuckin' microphone up

I'm through with it

You can say I did it

I copped a squat on you lames then took a shitted

Whoa

[Chorus: Big Pooh] + (Phonte) [x2]

People tellin' me, they tellin' me, "Hold on"

And I'm on the right track and nothin' can go wrong

But each day it's gettin' harder to hold on

(Man, I ain't hatin', I've been waitin' for so long)

[Phonte]

The realest to do it, the illest maneuvers, the plan

To finish you losers that's killin' the music, the man

That's known in every section

They say the deadliest weapon

Is Tay chillin' with a mic in the palm of his hand

He's savin' rap from it's hideous state

He never

Get's rattled in the city of snakes

One nigga say, "He don't rhyme as much"

I got the Midas touch

You Meineke niggas should give it a break

Cause I can relate to late nights

Rollin' in a dented Taurus

With my man

Bein' exposed to the cities horrors

Goin' to open mic nights

Where the audience, they did ignore us

But a lot of ill shit it had taught us

Like how to adapt to different people, different auras

And bring messages that our forefathers brought us

So even though I'm rappin' now and got thangs

I don't rock chains

Our ancestors did it for us

I'm on some, brand-new-and-improve

Phonte, 9th and Pooh on the move

I mean, who would have knew?

What our night time maneuvers would do

A whole state of MCs inspired

By the words we scribe

But some times I get quiet

And niggas think I'm depressed

I'm just analyzin'

I mean I'm strategizin'

I mean I'm fantasizin'

About all this money and stress

Because the taste of success is so tantalizin'

And some times I feel like a dope fiend without it

Wakin' up in cold sweats havin' dreams about it

Tryin' to tell my whole team about it

Y'all niggas got to walk it

My nigga, don't talk it just be about it

And this is what I'm faced with all the time

I'm not tryin' to be Rembrandt

Just wanna to draw the line

Between illusion and reality

And I'ma get what's mine

But I keep hearin' voices inside

They be tellin' me

Tellin' me...you ain't gonna make it man

What? It's my motherfuckin' life nigga. Uh, c'mon

[Chorus]

[Phonte]

And yeah we gettin' it on

We gotta gettin' it on

Nigga we gettin' it on

Check it out now

You know we gettin' it on

We steady gettin' it on

Big Dho is it on

We gettin' it on now

Big Pooh is gettin' it on

9th Wonder gettin' it on

Khrysis gettin' it on

We do it on now

We gettin' it on

You know we gettin' it on now

You know...alright damn

Here the mic. Shit. Aiight