Hold Tight - Skillz

You got to hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight

Judge swing the gavel, cops swing the nightstick

You got to hold on tight, keep a tight grip

You got to hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight

You got to hold on tight, keep a tight grip

You got to hold on tight, cause you might slip

You got to

Deal with the real, when it’s got you seein red

And feelin like you felt when you was lookin over the edge

Soon as you get the light, they pull back the curtain

You workin for the system, but the system ain’t workin

Pressure, they done got the best like that

Apply a little more and he just might crack

Who policin the police when they ain’t legit?

No need for a notepad officer, I don’t know shit

If it’s jail I got bail, i ain’t frontin

You might as well be Kanye, I +Can't Tell You Nothing+

Uh, and I don’t have a clue

To what, where, why, who, do they things they do

No PC (uh) and see he got touched up

And y’all wonder why the youth out here fucked up

The laws got flaws, they ain’t nothin new

Damn, is that a set of blue lights in my rear-view?

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Yo, this shit remind me of my man Norman

He got to work two jobs, one as a longshoreman, one as a doorman

Inside the Marriot, a couple times he spazzed

Smacked the shit out a faggot ass concierge

His wife she scared, he gon' get canned, they can’t afford it

But what my man Norm can’t stand, is being ordered

Around, by some clown, that’s besides the point

He just paroled for five years inside the joint

And money tight, so he workin all nights at the waterfront

Tryin to get the paper for the swingset his daughter want

Let her know that when he was locked, he only thought of her

Even though he guilty of the crimes that they caught him for

Robbin a photographer, told him give his wallet up

Pampers cost more than six quarters, I ain’t got enough

You would of thought he walked into a bank and shot it up

Throwed away, the cops came and got him in a squat car

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Hold tight, when you in the spotlight

When everything you ever wanted, now you got right?

Plan A was your only plan

They say fame is the worst drug known to man (huh)

The bigger the buzz, the bigger the love

And now your niggas sayin you ain’t the same nigga you was

You figure it cause, you a little higher in the game

Yeah it’s clear that you high, but you high off the fame

Once you lose it, you back in the slow lane

You got change, but you can’t buy more fame

Back then chicks wanted to get with you

But nowadays they don’t even want pictures

Tryin your best to stay out the slammer

And the bloggers sayin that you the brand new Hammer

Fillin out a job app around the way

The manager say «didn't you have a hit back in the day?»

— w/ ad libs