Hold Me

That's Fuego Felix Seth got the waves I got stories, if I was a teller you'd see why I'm cold Glory, ask God how we make it, just help me to blow Homie, I've been through so much that you don't even know Homie, Homie Stories, if I was a teller you'd see why I'm cold Glory, ask God how we make it, just help me to blow Homie, I've been through so much that you don't even know Homie, Homie Ay, he been through so much, it ain't much you can tell him for real He done seen robbers and killers and shootings and dealings So many good people get killed, nobody to vent how we feelin He talk to the cell and don't nobody get him for real He been in deep situations, it all got him sinking like dammit Is he next to your drill? Guess he was born in the field He done seen so much death that he not even scared to be killed Path that he chose a little colder, I guess it's the reason he tell us his heart was so chilled But he cry out for help, can't you see it? He post on IG but don't nobody seem to believe him If you see the moment and sees it, it's not hard to reach him This loneliness give him a reason to black out Go bleed the streets till they tap out, it's a better life he tryna map out Jail or tell, he'd rather max out, win this war he never back out Pick a lane, he took the bad route, him and 12 been playin' cat-mouse They sure they doubt until they found out, it's demon time, they better back out Lion hearted when he snap out, spin a bin and make him tap out He catch him lacking, he gon' crash out, you can vault to the dead and he tap out Stories, if I was a 10, you'd see why I'm cool Glory, ask God how he make it, just help me to blow Homie, I've been through so much that you don't even know Homie, homie Homie