G Herbo Hold My Hand Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hold my hand)
(Hold my hand, oh)
Uh (Hold my hand)
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand, God
Hold my hand, God
Hold my hand, God
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand

[Verse 1]
I'm still strapped as I stand, ten toes, I'm a man
I'll never show my hand, forever stickin' to the plan (Yeah)
I'm who helped us make it out, used to eat beans out the can
Now my jeans cost ten bands, could've bought a minivan (Swerve)
I mean, I need to buy some land (Swerve)
Fight them demons when I land
Down, lonely in my bed
I hear voices in my head
God, tell me how to play it
I get dangerous when I'm scared
Might get snaked out by my mans
Niggas too geeked up off thеm Xans
I'ma go on my move, I'm sayin' in advance (You know that)
I'm accustomed to takin' chancеs (You know it)
It ain't hard to see who my friends, you know I ain't shakin' a f*ck nigga hand (Never)
Couple more million-dollar advances
My cuz got a Glock with a hand switch
Why the f*ck they think my problems stopped 'cause I live in a big ass mansion?
Beef with the label, try and stop my expansion
I pray the cops never lift my ransom
Gotta raise my neph', he ain't got no pops, I can never hear my pops call me Randall
I be puttin' my dead ones all on some rocks
Ridin' 'round in a drop-top, I ain't even panic
Livin' life in the fast lane, don't wanna stop, you know me, I'ma ride like I'm rockin' advance, yeah

[Chorus]
Hold my hand Hold my hand, God
Hold my hand
Hold my hand, God, please
Hold my hand (Hold my hand)
Hold my hand (Hold my hand)
Hold my hand, God, please (Hold my hand)
Hold my hand

[Verse 2]
Help me understand
I'm tryna see who a opp or a fan
Please don't approach me quick with your hands up
Need a reason to stop from sprayin'
Back when this rap shit went way up, we was scrapin' out pots and pans
f*ck nigga don't ever know when to man up, that's the reason he not the man (f*ck)
Still in the streets, I put my fam up, my first five hundred grand
Still got beef, better know when your time up, go sit in the f*ckin' stands
I already showed 'em 'fore I get hot
Hit him four ways, he down to spot
Where I'm from, niggas be down a lot
Really got enemies down the block, damn
Gotta keep shit on lock in the hood, I'm hopin' this bitch do not jam
Soon as I'm done fightin' a case, I'm prayin' I don't see cops again
Now it's comin' in, a few M's off a mixtape, f*ckin' right, I dropped again
When I say [?] I talk double digits, that ain't mean we stopped at ten
Lawyer callin' my line, that mean its time this year, we lockin' in
I don't got no love for that fake shit and I cannot pretend
I go S580, S680 when I'm coppin' Benzes (Both of 'em)
Rolls-Royce, I want it all white like I ain't got no sins (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Hold my hand
Hold my hand, God, please
Hold my hand
Hold my hand, God
Hold my hand, God, please