Just another young brother in the streets tryna hold on
Far from the top so you know i gotta stay strong
Kicked out tha house at a young age
Peer pressure from my homies made a nutcase
So I sue my soul for a fat sack of indo
Creep to the back then I bust me a slow-no
Wondering why did I get treated like this
cause moms swear to kick it
Peep this it gets deeper and deeper
But i kept stomping giving up Compton
And its on cause young g held on
Now being real is the only way
You can deal with me
Learn game from game
Now I'm sucka-free
Keep away from those that talk what they dont know
Pack my heat and run on a solo
Brother in the street yea they crack me up
Talk alot of game
But they can't back it up
So pack that mess on a shelf
Cause you unhappy with yourself
I can't help if thats the way the cards were delt
Some people just so strange
Start making ends
And they wanna change
Talking to me cause brother had a hit LP
But when i was walking you couldn't pick me up from the streets
I understand this is a messed-up society so on
Thats why we gotta hold on
Now we gonna hold on
Hands tight on a pistol grip
Brother wanna trip
Cause a young G clocked a grip
We can take it to the land of funk
If you wanna spin heavy hits
Have you cliped in a coma
Ain't no stoppin me
Something for the eastand westside g
Catch the funk 92.3
You can see me dippin thru Compton
Give up a pound cause you now my hit's bumping
The funk will never die long as i stay alive
So you could roll with me
In your cut 65
So hold on
I'll send a message to you mobilephone
Stay strong cause you know is on
A young G fista ride for the city
Compton till i die and never feel no pitty
Coming up quick in this game called survival
Clock me a G and stay the hell away from the 5-0
Hold on