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