| Doubting myself these days
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| Thinking that I’ll lose it all
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| Know that I came so close
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| Thinking that I’m gonna fall
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| They say that the money really changed me
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| Say that I’m showing off
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| I say that I’m still the same
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| But deep down I know I’m wrong
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| Tryna go back to the old days
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| When money not the topic of the convo
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| People always ask if I’m still paid
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| People never ask what’s wrong though
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| Everybody thinking that I made it
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| But lately I been tryna just hold on
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| All of my happiness fading
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| My brain been feeling like a war zone
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| People believing in me
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| But I don’t believe that I got it myself
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| Money and numbers is all that they see
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| But I don’t see happiness coming with wealth
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| Everything’s smooth when you look at the surface
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| Wish you could see what goes on in my mind
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| Battling demons, they hidden inside
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| They keeping me paranoid every night
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| Like
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| Everything ain’t what it seems
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| Focused on the wrong things
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| I been tryna hold on
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| I been tryna hold on
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| Hold on, hold on, hold on
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| Hold on to everything I got now
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| Praying I don’t fall down
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| I been going all out
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| I could lose it all now
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| Hold on
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| Hold on, hold on, hold on
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| I been tryna hold on
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| Feel like I’m losing touch
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| With everyone that really been with me
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| Dad called my phone at lunch
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| Told him that I was too busy
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| But really I just act that way
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| One day he gon' be locked in the grave
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| I’ma wish I can get the time back
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| Talk to him 'bout all the time he gave
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| Up just to make sure I’m good now
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| 'Cause life ain’t never gon' be easy
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| He worked his way to put food down
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| Made sure he always could feed me
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| And I just hang up the phone now
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| 'Cause I’m too focused on the CD
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| I’m tryna turn my dream into real life
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| But that’s the problem, I don’t realize
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| I’m trapped inside of my own world
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| Forget about life and the meaning
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| I’m tryna get back all my old girls
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| My mom is who I should be seeing
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| 'Cause everybody ain’t always breathing
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| And sometimes it happens outta nowhere
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| I’m praying that my family don’t go there
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| But if they do, then I’ll be on my own
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| Everything ain’t what it seems
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| Focused on the wrong things
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| I been tryna hold on
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| I been tryna hold on
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| Hold on, hold on, hold on
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| Hold on to everything I got now
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| Praying I don’t fall down
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| I been going all out
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| I could lose it all now
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| Hold on
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| Hold on, hold on, hold on
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| I been tryna hold on |