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Hold my head under your water If I come up for air you'll torture And hold me closer, Holy Father If I come up for air you'll torture me Too many people judge, not too many keeping up I try to sleep but the grim reaper just keep me up So I still slippin' deeper and deeper, follow the leader My heart is not on the meter, I'm breathing but it's not beating Somehow I'm bobbing and weaving and ending up undefeated I'm never in front of demons, this music is my adhesive I'm looking at all these kids and I'm hoping that I can reach 'em I trusted a couple people that cut me up into pieces Can never deceive the evil, he knows when you try'na beat him Go toe to toe with my heater in my hand Push the barrel to my skull Pull the trigger not knowing which way to go Fuck that, I stay humble and broke, no FOMO Yeah, six figures on the deal, what you call that? Six whips with different wheels and they all black Nationwide tours, waiting on the call back I started independent, then I had to call Trav Hold my head under your water If I come up for air you'll torture And hold me closer, Holy Father SongtexteIf I come up for air you'll torture me Yeah, let me get my cape on, I can fly you to New York There's the Empire State Building and Sutphin Boulevard Just be weary of the people 'cause the people are the problem Don't look them straight in the eye or they'll take you for your ride Let me fly down to Brooklyn, [?] do or die That's the birthplace of Biggie and the homie JAY-Z JAY-Z, that's the reason Kanye make beats Kanye, that's the reason Big Sean still eats And Mobb Deep got you feeling like you shook son, shook one I caught him slipping, hit 'em with a left hook once They used to hate and now they calling me to book some I ain't talking 'bout it unless we talking 'bout thousands I'm talking 'bout houses you talkin' 'bout how many Jordans you got I been recording a lot Let's throw it all in a pot 'Till it all falls into place I'll give it all that I got I think I got it from here You have been ordered to stop Hold my head under your water If I come up for air you'll torture And hold me closer, Holy Father If I come up for air you'll torture me Yeah, I feel like I'm underwater Woke up feeling unimportant They don't like the shit that I been making Make a hundred more And I am not no connoisseur, I'm kinda sore to torture Not abiding by the law until I end up on the Forbes list Stick a cork in all that horseshit you been talking Just protecting my endorphins Hold my breath and let this water make me nauseous At this point you'd think I'd forfeit but I've never ever softened If every step is a conscious decision just make an office Nothing short of extortion the way they holding me under I made it through all the storm, somehow I stole all the thunder And whoever put up the funds, they just keep running up the numbers For every dollar we spend, I'ma bring it back a hundred Yeah, six figures on the deal, what you call that? Six whips with different wheels and they all black Nationwide tours, waiting on the call back I started independent, then I had to call Trav Aus Songtexte Mania