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[Hook] 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
[Verse 1 - Skillz] 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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[Verse 2 - Black Thought] 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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[Verse 3 - Skillz] 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?'
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