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Hold On

This song is by David Versis and appears on the album Hate To Say It (2011).

(Repeated Throughout)
Hold on

Yeah
Lemme speak to 'em

Uh

I ain't tryin' to boast here, wanna make a toast here
Just to all of those still standing with me when the smoke clears
Once the coast clear, I put the Vandals on
I put my sandals on, Chillin' where the coast clear
So I need to know are we drinkin' or what?
'Cause I'm like Lent to these bitches, they keep givin' it up
And it's strange, though
'Cause when I go out and I'm dressed up
All I see is dollar signs burned inside they retinas
And it don't make sense, 'cause I ain't got a cent on me
But they don't got sense, so I let 'em put they scent on me
You might find me in a West Coast place with some fresh Rosé
Hangin' out at the best parties
But I need to know what's it all for?
Round of four shots, penthouse, homie, top floor
I guess I'm just a young gun tryin' to soak it in
Big shoes to fill, I'ma get these bitches broken in
And these days, I'm sleepin' light upon my pillowcase
'Cause I'd be lyin' if I told you I was feelin' great
And so I'm scrollin' down my contact list
At a quarter past six, tryin' to figure out who still awake
'Cause I need someone I can vent to
To tell me something that I can't do
I'm feelin' like a Renaissance man
Never out, but out is how I got it all planned
So I tell 'em

I'm just tryin' to be the best right now
Gotta get this off my chest right now
I keep hearing these voices
They keep on talkin'
They keep on tellin' me
That I should hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Take all the time you need

Lookin' at the Vandals like they couldn't be a better crew
Blowin' money 'cause that's what the hip-hop manual said to do
Waitin' for things to pan out, but they never do
'Cause they couldn't account for what the thoughts in his head'd do
And to those in my city, I ain't upset with you
Look at what I done for you, look at what I did for you
Passing up on me is a thought that'll have to live with you
The fact that I'd be dead for you is something you're indebted to
Uh, now I'm just doin' what I'm meant to do
Stackin' up cash and pocketing a cent or two
Pavin' my own avenue, workin' on my revenue
Have 'em wonderin' what happened to the boy they never knew
Uh, just know we ten steps ahead of you
Killin' every muhfuckin' track that he steppin' to
Now who you steppin' to? Big fish in a big pond
I used to write raps, now I write songs
I used to light firecrackers, now I light bombs
I buy clothes like it ain't even got a price on
I gotta tell you, it feels good
It hasn't happened quite yet, but it still could
And one day, when I do make it
And they ask me if I'd do it again
I still would
So my patience is nothin' close to an overstatement
But for now, all I'm hearin' are these voices sayin'

I'm just tryin' to be the best right now
Gotta get this off my chest right now
I keep hearing these voices
They keep on talkin'
They keep on tellin' me
That I should hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Take all the time you need

My girl said, "Versis, there ain't nobody like you
And that might be the only reason they don't like you"
So for now, I'm just focused on my latitude
White boy with an attitude, cooler than an ice cube
I am fly like an airline, you better believe
My grind's like a hairline that never recedes
I balled, though, showed you all the tricks in my sleeve
I used to run my mouth for fun, now they beg me to breathe
Remember when I used to stay back in detention
My teacher lecturin' me, sayin' I should pay attention
I told them that I want to make music my profession
They just laughed and say "How you gonna get a job without a pension?"
Got no pension, just benefits
No politicin' bitch, just presidents
And this right here, this is evidence
That anything they ever told me had no relevance
Chillin' with the four horsemen, my flow's pestilence
Comin' soon, Vandals in the room, dawg, elephants
Who you know who flow with this much eloquence?
I flipped it on 'em, raised hell, it's been heaven since
And people that I've known from times before
Were busy sharpenin' up swords and pointin' 'em to my spinal cord
So this right here is a reminder for
Anybody tryin' to bring bull up in my china store

I'm just tryin' to be the best right now
Gotta get this off my chest right now
I keep hearing these voices
They keep on talkin'
They keep on tellin' me
That I should hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Take all the time you need

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