Lyrics:
myself the same
Yeah, I've tip-toed every line
But I'm crossing them tonight (I'll cross 'em)
Like you cross my mind
Now I'm looking up (Looking up
till I'm ash and blown away
Till they line me up and shoot me down, I'm gonna hold my ground and stay
And I be holdin' on to this rodeo till that hell
Yeah, let's go to
I just popped a Tesla
Tell that bitch no messenger
Tell that bitch no heaven, bruh
I'm heavy, bruh, I'm really up
When I smoke
mark it off to fate
Either way, you end up a fool
It's a fine line between Heaven and Hell
When the good makes you feel like you should
It's a fine line
Oh no baby you aint innocent
The furthest thing
I know from heaven sent
And if you cant tell all the bullshit
That you tellin me is truly a bore
I
soul ain’t holdin' nun
(yeah, oh yeah eh)
I’m strapped up, come take me
On another side
Or I can take you through the Nawf
Nobody value time
They tryna
blew up, not that chu blew it
Keep it in line, they don't confuse it
Get off yo ass stop bein stupid
Woah
You can do it later, but imma do it now
Have
he cuts you up like a bad driver
And I don't wna see ya mother cry
But if you cross the line, you're gonna end up on the other side (Hell or heaven
'Cause I'm sitting here overthinking, writing you a goodbye card
Bottle of Jack I'm drinking, how can I start this line off
By the time that you hear
all that she need
Given her all that she want
She lovin this bone
She call til I pick up the phone
She right by my side all along
She holdin me down
No
dungeon, and summon up the second comin'
People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Sittin' up inside of the court hopin' not to be judged by half of the choices I made
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from
direction
I guess my man's death was my resurrection
'Cause now I hear him sayin' from heaven, "Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake
holdin' tight
All the memories, moments of life (Wooh)
I'm not consuming this
Stop the music, pop up with who this
Not the truest, that's who it is
this shit a hit. all the characters out here act, shawt
You going off the skript. Ill stand strong and raise my arm up,
Like im holdin up a fist. Aint no
spittin' game equal to the game of Barry Sanders
Lions, Tigers, and Bears. OH MY, Dreams are in a jungle of prayers
Lookin' up to the sky
Holdin' onto
Surprised by my timing, the games all mine
Dreaming, screaming, man the games all mine
Inspiration in my lines, they all rise from the crime
My shine, in
still recite these lines
To rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns
Bringin' strength to the masses that be holdin' it down
The underground, to upper
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
& dawned on me
The day of ya funeral, I pondered things
Like I hope Grandma Joe Zack & Augie holdin up
I wasn't stuntin my feelings, wasn't concerned with me
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
on the reels
Know they gonna hit our line after we finish here
No one gonna take our shine, I hope we made it clear (yeah)
Garage to the heavens, we gon' be in
Discuss these holdin up the line by 7th heaven Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In