- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Jacob Dutton
 - Tim Parker
 
Chink Santana - Hold On lyrics
Chink Santana
 Hold On
 Another motherfuckin' dollar..
 But look, nigga...
 It's how we do
 Livin' in the ghetto, ooh, ooh
 [chorus]
 Livin' life up on the corner
 Slangin' rocks and smokin' weed
 From a eightball to a G
 Worked my way to a ki
 All I can try to do is hold on
 Caught up in the struggle
 Seems the only way to be
 Never gone find no peace
 Till the day they bury me
 All I can try to do is be strong
 [verse one]
 And nigga, you can find me
 Hangin' up on the corner
 Or layin' up in the cut
 Tryin' to get my motherfuckin' money right
 My hammer right beside me
 And I really don't give a fuck
 If somebody gotta die tonight
 Cause look... nigga, my pocket full of stones
 Is everything I own
 And this is all I do, all I do
 A nigga straight hustlin' everyday to get through, get through
[chorus]
 [verse two]
 Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys
 Cause when they come
 They be straight hemmin' niggas up
 And it really all about takin' that money, manChink Santana - Hold On - http://motolyrics.com/chink-santana/hold-on-lyrics.html
 If they catch me, they betta kill me
 Ain't comin' out like no punk
 Shit, can't let no nigga take nothin' from me, man
 Cause look, yo... they steppin' in my zone
 And infiltratin' my home
 And what the fuck would you do?
 If a nigga straight... took ya cake
 And tried to break you, break you
[chorus]
 [bridge]
 I wish that I could let it go
 How we in the struggle and hustlin' just to make it out the ghetto
 I wish that I could let it go
 I wish that we ain't have to be so canivin' just to make it out the ghetto
 I wish that I could let it go
 How my niggas in the pen doin' time just to make it out the ghetto
 I wish that I could let it go
 I wish that genocide wasn't survivin' just to make it out the ghetto
 [verse three]
 Everyday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, cops comin' to git you
 When niggas that wanna put you on shirts readin', "We Miss You"
 Everything I been through, nothin' but issues
 Tired of goin' to funerals and passin' moms the tissue
 Getcha prayer in ya life, it's hard to listen
 When there ain't nothin' fair in ya life
 It's God that's missin', that's what they be tellin' me
 And I try to wait but He be takin' so long
 I'll probably catch another felony, inhalin' weed
 Keepin' me broke, though, I slangs my coke
 I probably push less weight than the trees I smoke
 And ain't no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrow
 Cause my peers bring tears from findin' em full of hollows
 I know you probably goin' through the same thang
 The same pain, cause we caught up in the same game
 And don't a damn thang change, nigga, bump this song
 Cause you strong and you ain't alone, nigga... just try to hold on













