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ot the real - hold on كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(heatmakerz, crack music)

[verse 1: ot the real]
’round here, there ain’t no second chances (nah)
you play yourself out on the backend when you get advances (word)
coke numbers runnin’ up the wall, that sh_t is jackie chan (jackie chan)
i made parole, the co said, “i’ll see you back again” (i’ll see you back again, nah)
free miz, that’s my man (that’s my man)
in mia, hopped out the bentley truck, hopped in the lam’ (hopped in the lam’)
coincidentally, music’s gettin’ spinned (spinned)
which indirectly turned some people into fans who i was finna jam (was finna jam)
life’s funny when you think it over (think it over)
i can tell if she love me by how she bend it over (woah)
i told my bay homie send it over (send that sh_t over)
so these smokers can get these white flakes off me like head & shoulders (head & shoulders)
i need cash on delivery (i need cash on delivery)
strapped case a demon from my past come to visit me (what’s good?)
before the covid, wore a mask, causin’ misery (i’m takin’ sh_t)
like he ain’t gettin’ sh_t back, tell him get with me (get with me)
seen my man get sh_t_bagged by some kid that he (ah)
burned for a half a bike with the bag, it was sixty_three (burned him)
they wan’ judge me off my history (judge me off my history)
i’m gettin’ money off consistency (consistency)
read the pic without the caption (caption)
get ready, ain’t no bein’ in the mix without the action (you gotta earn that)
said, “say no more,” so i said no more (said no more)
we was taught to hold our water like a reservoir (oh)
[chorus: ot the real]
this ain’t a love song
who gon’ be there when the love’s gone?
who gon’ be there when the drugs gone?
gotta try to hold on
gotta try to hold on
gotta try to hold on
gotta try to hold on

[verse 2: joell ortiz]
uh, it’s been a ride since i ain’t have a ride
rocawear jeans with the stash pocket and crack inside (‘member?)
drama call, i hold a ratchet high
or we can box it out, k!ller, ’til you an outfielder with the blackish eyes (uh)
i walked around my projects with a chip
my grandmom saved a lot of y’all n_ggas from a clip (that’s my word)
she’d say, “joell, i don’t want you in the cell”
and sometimes, her voice was loud enough to keep you from this fifth
all i do is tell my stories to this heat production
’cause my name was ringin’ way before joell ortiz was buzzin’ (hey)
only child in the streets, disgustin’
i ain’t need for nothin’
had myself like as_xual reproduction (hah)
my plug knew to just keep it comin’ (keep it)
we gettin’ dough from these pies, cheese risin’ like a pizza oven (mmm)
back then, when i was f_ckin’ on alicia cousin
’til she asked what we are, i told her, “everything and nothin’,” yaowa
[chorus: ot the real]
this ain’t a love song
who gon’ be there when the love’s gone?
who gon’ be there when the drugs gone?
gotta try to hold on
gotta try to hold on
gotta try to hold on
gotta try to hold on

[outro]
stay here, stay here
frank, i’m sorry, but your kid was out of line, i only did—
touch my daughter?
i’m sorry
no, no, please, no, no, frank, frank, please, please, please

- ot the real

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