French Montana - Hold On

Hold On Lyrics / Paroles


(Jamaican man)

How my life gonna be?

I don’t know

Maybe good, maybe bad

I don’t know

(French Montana)

I swear to god [?]

All is a danger

Dawg you a stranger

All isn’t angel

[?] is the main destiny

Streets was hard

When you was suspect, you a target

Honor roll, red carpet

Catch me speedin', watch me sparking *

You a stranger to me (stranger)

[Verse 1]

Swizz Beatz, Swiss accounts, Swisher Sweets (Swisher Sweets)

Switchin' freaks, switchin' cars then a heart

Hurt your heart, Instagram hurt your heart

Ask her what’s your favorite position, she said “Swipe the card"

Dealin' with a whole lotta (whole lotta)

Swear we high off the OG in the lowrider

If it ain’t that blue dot, it’s the gold bottle

Wish you was next to me

Devil was busy, God was blessin' me

Double parked in the hampton

Walkie talkies in the mansion

Strapped against him, chain [?] laid for cancer

Pray for answers, ballin' should’ve played for cancer

Stunt my ass off, shawty said, "Pick your pants up”


And I swear, when I’m done*

Drugs are for me

And I swear

Drugs and hoes on me

[Verse 2]

Niggas tried to count me out

Better count me in, 10 mil', count it up

Pipe it down, Eddie Murphy, [?]

Stretch them commas, watch me dress and stylin'

If that brain good, pay tuition, ride through college

Ride through Howard, strapped, fight for hours

Public enemy, had to fight the power

Drinkin' Hennessy, with guns and powder

Ridin' with some gangstas, smokin' that loud

You stuntin' in the club and then the club hatin'

You bought a hundred bottles, Ciroq paid it

Since a youngin', nigga, block paid me

Hundred bricks turned to cash money, yeah baby

Switch the topic, stitch the carpet

Medusa head lion head custom in car

Oversized Wraith, overpay to park it

My bitch worth 50 mil', paparazzi army

You can get with this, or you can get with that

And you can get with this, and this where it’s at

Custom made shit, dealer plates

Lookin' killers in the face

Beef with 50, I was cool with Banks

Swipe shit, empty out the banks

Talkin' cars, I pump a lotta tanks

Bad Boy, Death Row, pockets Franklins

They killed Stack, I came out with Chinx

Fidel Castro with a hundred links*

Made me an animal, I bought a hundred minks


Yeah, what the fuck you think!

Free biggavel, my nigga!

Niggas hating on Jesus

Im just saying man, you know

If they put in cage with lion, just because you’re not gonna eat the lion doesn’t mean motherfuckin lion ain’t gonna eat you!

You can play it how you want, you know

Oneday my nigga puff told me, he said rapers is future crack heads

And im keep it 100, matter fact im keep it million!

If you don’t know where you come from, you’ll never know where you going

You know what I'm saying

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