Holding On

Everyday I wake up bouta die (ooh)

Used to the pain so I don't cry (ooh)

I don't need no wings to be fly (woah)

And I keep a gun so don't try (ooh)

I'm barely holding on, (on) yeah

I'm barely holding on, (woah) yeah

Please do not hit my phone, (What?) woah

Don't think I'll make it home, no (what? What?)

I'm in this bitch going crazy, aye

Bouta hop in that Mercedes, aye

You not hard you just be faking, aye (faking)

All this money what I'm raking, aye (what I'm raking)

In the club throwing ones, yeah (ones)

All my niggas got guns, yeah (guns)

And you know I'm rocking out, uh (out)

Like Nick Cannon I'm wilding out (out)

I can take yo hoe for real (real)

Think I'm dying for real (real)

Fuck this shit don't wanna feel, yeah (feel)

That's why I'ma pop a seal, yeah (pop, pop, pop)

Everyday I wake up bouta die (ooh)

Used to the pain so I don't cry (ooh)

I don't need no wings to be fly (ooh)

And I keep a gun so don't try (ooh)

I'm barely holding on, yeah (ooh)

I'm barely holding on, yeah (ooh)

Please do not hit my phone, (ooh) woah

Don't think I'll make it home, (ooh) no

When I feel sad, I just pop one (ooh, woah)

Bitch I feel high like a mountain (ooh, woah)

My pockets fat, yeah they weigh a ton (ooh, woah)

I hate the light, I hate the Sun (ooh, woah)

I'm barely holding on, (ooh) yeah

I'm barely holding on, (ooh) yeah

Please do not hit my phone, (ooh) woah

Don't think I'll make it home, no (aye, ayy)

Who's this rapping?

Who's this rapping?

Wait hold on, hold on, hold on, let me see

Wes?

Wes?