Holding Back the Years

[Chorus: Cymphonique]

Holding back, the years

Thinking bout the fear, I've had so long

When somebody, hears this

Listen to the feeling, that’s gone

[Verse 1: Master P]

Ugh, turned ten G's to a million bucks

Started from nothing, yeah then I came up

Grandma gone, but I'm still trying to hold on

Pockets full of big faces, baby get your roll on

And ain’t nobody gon' help you, when you broke nigga

Kanye West through the wire, with a coke nigga

And it's easy for me, to make a mess dog

See these haters they be rolling, with they vest on

I put my trust in God, I ain't got no friends

And bitches say they really love you, when you got ends

But see me, I be rolling like the polo man

I be solo, cause niggas quick to take the stand

They say P you help the kids, but you hang with thugs

Just be happy, that a nigga ain't selling drugs

Uh, cause ain't nobody here perfect

When one of us make it, come back cause we worth it

[Chorus: Cymphonique]

Holding back, the years

Thinking bout the fear, I've had so long

When somebody, hears this

Listen to the feeling, that's gone

[Verse 2: Master P]

Ugh, from the hood to the trap house

Only way to make it scrap, with thus rap out

My lil’ brother doing time, cause the FEDs want him

Everyday halloween, cause them youngsters got the mask on em

I use my gift, call it music

Murdered this game, like a uzi

And bounce back, from the good through the bad times

But I ain’t tripping, did it better then the last time

And all my homies, locked up and incarcerated

Hold your head V-Glass, that one made it

Man I come from the streets, to the bubble

From the projects to the mansions, with Louis covers

Riding cars, with convertible doors

Money bags, and convertible floors

House filled, with butlers and maids

And this reality, I remember dreaming this in the 8th grade

[Chorus: Cymphonique]

Holding back, the years

Thinking bout the fear, I've had so long

When somebody, hears this

Listen to the feeling, that’s gone