"Holding On" lyrics
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
I started rapping back in the 6th grade
Rest in peace, mixmaster spade
I wrote Hairy Carrie
A la dee da dee parody
Broke in the ghetto, I could see the prosperity
Moved to the suburbs of Palmdale
Made me a rap tape bomb as hell
Ran my game by myself
Made a name for myself
Got some fame for myself
And a whole lot of wealth
I remember way back in the very start
I rapped for fun, and it came from the heart
The only thing I love more than hip-hop
Is the booty on a lady when it flip-flop
Minimum wage, I would smile and say
I'ma make it to the top one day, okay, okay
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
Three marriages, three divorces
Groupies with asses like horses
Racist judge with a confederate grudge
Took everthing I had and I didn't budge
Gave her the house and the studio
Just because another girl text me her booty ho'
I'm a po' negro
So when I got dough
I bought everything I wanted, then some mo'
I can't make no beat
I can't write no rhyme
Relocatin takes too much time
I can't have nobody around it seems
Cause anybody can jeopardize your dreams
Turn on the lights, hook up the cable
May be by myself I can be more stable
My booking agent called me with some brand new shows
I went to the mall and bought some brand new clothes
C'mon, yeah
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
I got a record deal
One point two-five mil
Makin music people can feel
Because I got high
Yeah, it got me sucked up
Been on some rapper shit
It got me fucked up
Just because I smoke [?]
And crack some dirty jokes people think I'm silly
Oddly, I feel anger still
No respect, like Rodney Dangerfield
I tried to run a rap label
But everybody brought bullshit to the table
They talked behind my back, I ignored
But then they pawned the necklaces I bought for 'em
Quack rappers think they too good for me
Broke brothers think they too hood for me
The average person would give and just quit
But I can't quite, I'm the fuckin shit, legit
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
Not only do I make music
But now I push that OG 'fro G kush
You know what's weird?
All this grey hair in my beard
I got older, I got slicker
Check out my brand new cold malt liquor
It's all the way live
I call it Cold FroT5
Yes of course, my beer I endorse
I stand by my product and I drink it like a horse
It's about quality, not just wealth
I wouldn't sell you something I wouldn't use myself
Negative texts from my baby mama
Joining the haters, adding to the drama
Nobody wanna see a 83-year-old Afroman
I crack another tall, can ya understand?
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
(I said, ooh yeah)
(I'll keep holding on)
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
I started rapping back in the 6th grade
Rest in peace, mixmaster spade
I wrote Hairy Carrie
A la dee da dee parody
Broke in the ghetto, I could see the prosperity
Moved to the suburbs of Palmdale
Made me a rap tape bomb as hell
Ran my game by myself
Made a name for myself
Got some fame for myself
And a whole lot of wealth
I remember way back in the very start
I rapped for fun, and it came from the heart
The only thing I love more than hip-hop
Is the booty on a lady when it flip-flop
Minimum wage, I would smile and say
I'ma make it to the top one day, okay, okay
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
Three marriages, three divorces
Groupies with asses like horses
Racist judge with a confederate grudge
Took everthing I had and I didn't budge
Gave her the house and the studio
Just because another girl text me her booty ho'
I'm a po' negro
So when I got dough
I bought everything I wanted, then some mo'
I can't make no beat
I can't write no rhyme
Relocatin takes too much time
I can't have nobody around it seems
Cause anybody can jeopardize your dreams
Turn on the lights, hook up the cable
May be by myself I can be more stable
My booking agent called me with some brand new shows
I went to the mall and bought some brand new clothes
C'mon, yeah
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
I got a record deal
One point two-five mil
Makin music people can feel
Because I got high
Yeah, it got me sucked up
Been on some rapper shit
It got me fucked up
Just because I smoke [?]
And crack some dirty jokes people think I'm silly
Oddly, I feel anger still
No respect, like Rodney Dangerfield
I tried to run a rap label
But everybody brought bullshit to the table
They talked behind my back, I ignored
But then they pawned the necklaces I bought for 'em
Quack rappers think they too good for me
Broke brothers think they too hood for me
The average person would give and just quit
But I can't quite, I'm the fuckin shit, legit
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
Not only do I make music
But now I push that OG 'fro G kush
You know what's weird?
All this grey hair in my beard
I got older, I got slicker
Check out my brand new cold malt liquor
It's all the way live
I call it Cold FroT5
Yes of course, my beer I endorse
I stand by my product and I drink it like a horse
It's about quality, not just wealth
I wouldn't sell you something I wouldn't use myself
Negative texts from my baby mama
Joining the haters, adding to the drama
Nobody wanna see a 83-year-old Afroman
I crack another tall, can ya understand?
(I'll keep holding on)
To my plans and dreams
(I'll keep holding on)
When everybody hating on me it seems
(I'll keep holding on)
When other rappers won't give me my props
(I'll keep holding on)
When I get robbed by crooked cops
(I'll keep holding, holding, holding on)
(I said, ooh yeah)
(I'll keep holding on)
(I'll keep holding on)
