I Hold My Own - 50/50 Twin

I hold my own, I ain’t worried bout you

M-O-E is what it is, when I do what I do

Money over everything, except family and God

Heater on my lap, swanging down the boulevard

I never knew that it would be later, but I’m living proof

Fo' clips and a click of gorillas, can show the world the Truth

So they say my attitude, is the reason I won’t make it out Houston Texas

I’m a Asshole to the death, huh better leave me in Houston Texas

I ride for the one and only, Mr. Robert Davis

Who A.K.A.

the King of the H, so you niggas know who the greatest

Don’t make me watch what happened, it ain’t no more doing no songs

Until they give that at me touched, and I still feel like you in the wrong

They better get back cause I’m back in the zone, I pack chrome blown no better

give me my space

Unless you wanna see em I get deep when I’m about to click, giving hands to

your face

Ain’t too much, niggas done got me back to the corner ready to for the mail

I wanna get to heaven, but right now I’m still creeping through hell

That’s why it’s finna be drama, till the day that I decide

That I’m sick of giving em drama, niggas gon learn

A arrogant Asshole, can really be a problem to motherfuckers

Empty the clip, and get to squabbing you motherfuckers for real

Don’t get beside yourself nigga, unless you wanna suffer the consequence

I promise you bout to get beat the fuck up, for trying to push your confidence

The pain is a given, but still I choose to play it even against the odds

I’ma be one to take the chance, put these niggas off in they place like broads

Half of the time, it be the hate to make these niggas think they can try ya

Till they see you bout your gangsta, now they ass scared to get by ya

Gorillas don’t play, even amongst eachother we gon be

Fuck around and I call the coach, just watch how fast you lose your teeth

I’m heated and on the daily, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed

From what they said, off of my actions I’ll be headed for dead

It is what it is, no excuse and no apologizing

Just dedication from the fuck-you finger, I’m emphasizing

I’m A.B.N., I make my own rules to live the streets

Ford and Berry got a problem, cause he done all that ain’t gon stop the heat

It’s gonna be a ride, so it’s best to buckle your belt together

Fuck Sonny bitch, you about to witness some crucial weather

Hot days under the sun, voice meter pack guns

Refusing to tuck my tail, turned me into a Don

Many missions are to come, I feel like they won

Me losing a fight ever, I recall one

Northside to the South, real recognize real

My words touch your gut, then you feel like I feel

This S.L.A.B.

and Roc-4-Roc, why stop cause a hater hate

Camera on the bumper, peeping robbers as I navigate

Agitate or eritate 50, is a no-no

Leave your ass laying on the street, like a hobo

Tipping on five fo’s, one on the trunk

Six 15's bump, make my rearview jump

License plate not crooked, looking good gripping wood

It’s the same in every hood, time to eat and get full

Hustle till I fall asleep, then I dream about money

Money talk bullshit walk, you fronting