Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Can you hold out? (Out)
Same shit, but different days where I’m from
Bitches dropping like old ladies and such
Southern Florida, I was raised in the sun
You throw shade, get hit by rays from the suns
Baby went to class, then graduated to get her paycheck
Baby done had a baby, now the baby daddy ain’t in the picture
I’m on this music
Mama went to jail, we was hungry, I’m on this music
Everyone grew up and got comfy, I’m on this music, dawg
Who you call when you don’t got the money for school at all?
Momma cry, thinkin’ ’bout one day how we gon’ lose it all
I would die before that happened, I’m pickin’ up the strap before you pickin’ my slack up, baby
Same shit, but different days where I’m from
I was screaming, feel a strain in my lungs (Yeah)
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Can you hold out? (Out)
Dropped off, heard he got picked off in a parking lot
He should’ve stashed the brick in the body shop
Brody got jammed as a juvie, we call it “child lock”
And before he was playin’ with a toolie, he had a scholarship
And now I’m in his Range goin’ fifty, goin’ sixty
Goin’ two-hundred, goin’ through somethin’, tryna run from my true colors
Ooh, I got some nerves talkin’ to you like I know ya
‘Cause I know ya, it’s the same from F.L.A. up to the Nolia
And I told ya, same shit, but different days where I’m from
I was screaming, feel a strain in my lungs (Uh-huh)
And when I die, baby, lay me in the sun
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Can you hold out? (Out)
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Can you hold out? (Out)
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Can you hold out? (Out)
