Hold out
Can you slow down, down
Slow down, you missed the meter
Can you hold out, out

Same shit, but different days where I'm from
Bitches droppin' like old ladies
and such (where I'm at, where I'm at)
Yeah, southern Florida, I was raised in the Sun
You don't shake, get hit by rays from the suns
Baby went to class and graduated to get her paycheck
Baby done had a baby
now the baby daddy ain't in the picture, I'm on this music
Mama went to jail, we was hungry, I'm on this music
Everyone grew up and got comfy, I'm on this music
I don't know who you call
when you don't got the money for school at all
Mama cryin', think about one day how we could lose it all
I would die before that had happened
I'm pickin' the strap up
before you pickin' my slack up, baby

Same shit, but different days where I'm from
I was screamin', feel a strain in my lungs
(where I'm at, where I'm at)
When I die, baby, lay me in the Sun
When I die, baby, lay me in the Sun

Hold out
Can you slow down, down
Slow down, you missed the meter
Can you hold out, out

Drop off, heard he got picked off in the parking lot
he should've stashed the brick in the body shop
Brodie got jammed as a juvey we call it child lock
and before he was playing
with that toolie he had a scholarship
And now I'm in this range going fifty
going sixty, going two-hundred
going through something trying to run from my true colors
Oh I got some nerve talking to you
like I know you, cause I know you
it's the same from LA up to the nolia, and I told you

Same shit, but different days where I'm from
I was screamin', feel a strain in my lungs
And when I die, baby, lay me in the Sun
When I die, baby, lay me in the Sun

Hold out
Can you slow down, down
Slow down, you missed the meter
Can you hold out, out
Hold out
Can you slow down, down
Slow down, you missed the meter
Can you hold out, out
Hold out
Can you slow down, down
Slow down, you missed the meter
Can you hold out, out