Songtexte:
Hold On Kid Here Is Your Song

Odwalla Mixed with vodka Runnin' shit like the Godfather. So call me Corleone, I'm rollin' with 40 homies. And you could hold the camera, Come watch your shorty bow me. My first is

when the shit unfolds hold up I got it sewn up me and my niggas Are about to blow up Got the pigs on my tail What they get is the hollow point shell Caught

me later huh? (haha) When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song I push weight on the corner, send weight to the coroner When courage make him turn

cosmic control tape is in my grasp, this band will play anything I want perfectly the first time through... And you know While I was sitting on the toilet

on in The Bricks, nigga please Only ones know the words to your song is your kids And this here, won't even boost my career This is kid's stuff, plus

flex and mr cee I want people to feel threaten Stop your bloodcalt crying The kid The dog Everybody dying No lying Your boys jeans to tight Your colors to bright Your

record I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid Keep entering the danger zone You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song If you

hand to hold on to. Everywhere you look (everywhere) There's a face of somebody who needs you. When you're lost out there and your all alone A light

, yo this song right here is for my boy Rupert. If y'all don't already know who he is by now, sh-y'all got some explaining to do! Yeah. His name is Rupert