I just keep
I just keep holding on to your hand
I seen niggas sell they soul for 12 hundred dollars
I seen bitches getting naked for 12 hundred followers
I'm gonna make a billion dollars every 12 hundred hours
And fill my bank account with 12 hundred commas
Thank God I'm still alive
I look my karma in her eyes
Cause I used to blame her for all my lies
But when I didn't look scared she wasn't surprised
She said to me
I just keep holding on to your hand
I seen people cross they own for 12 hundred dollars
I seen bitches change teams for 12 something bottles
This the start up of the journey though it feels like an admission
I tell it to your eyes though you're too blind to listen
Thank God I'm still alive
Thank God we still alive
Dark times it's hurting we're still inside but real niggas survive, always
Dance with the devil and bounce back
Plan-Demic just a gimmick, talk to me I talk black
Niggas stuck in they position cause they choose to fight facts
Homies say bitches ain't shit yet they still fuck rats
If you don't give a fuck why should I give a fuck back but
I just keep holding on to your hand
I just keep
I just keep holding on to your hand
I just keep
I just keep
I just keep
I just keep holding on to your hand
