Danny Phantom Songtext
von Grind2Hard Osh'a

Holdin′ on, it's very hard to do it
Soldier on, and that′s the life
Holdin' on, it's very hard to do it
(Pick up, Mason)

If Osh′a want rapping, I probably be jacking and scammin′
And dressing up like Danny Phantom
Niggas be bitches and closing the door when they in
Bet I find my way in, like I'm Santa

He not a OG, man, that boy a hoe G
What′s done in the streets supposed to stay in the streets
Yeah, I used to hit licks and go fuck Dominique
That booster bae messy, but she keep it neat

Here's a bitchy and Louie
Who would think we was poe on the floor watching Peter and Stewie?
Word around town, man, them niggas get down
For we broke a pound, we was saving up doobies


I used to feel stuck, outta luck, with a hole in my chucks
Selling grams, tryna get me a cutie
No one around, I felt just like a clown
Looking down at the ground, with my face looking droopy

Oh, that boy say he can give you the world
Well, come fuck with me, bae, I′m the universe
Yeah, I like how yo' diamonds be hitting, but you don′t compare
I'm the diamond that's in the dirt
I can go where I′m from, but lil′ nigga, you can't
′Cause you really a bitch from the outskirts

When I'm hitting, yo′ bitch make her outbursts
I'm the reason she saying her mouth hurt, ugh!
She wanna be McQueen, Alexander
But I don′t go no feelings, no feelings, no feelings
You ain't did shit for a nigga, so like the feds
He act like I don't know niggas

It′s supposed to be you and I, but I′m not saying no vowels
'Cause Osh′a never owe niggas
You didn't believe in me, dowg
And that hurt my feelings, no, crowd, I′ma show niggas


Yeah, I love my lil' daughter, her daddy a bitch nigga
Didn′t want to step 'til I stepped in, yo, he a fuck nigga so I call him FN
He gotta get hit with that FN
When I talk I'ma talk with my chest
He a hoe, so that lil′ nigga talk with his chest in
I don′t like to vent, so I'm venting to God in this mic, it′s that shit that I kept in

We can do drive, but lil' brother, we must hit out target
Let′s pop out and give that boy hell
Fuck a revolver, lil' brother, we need more than six
Put a bag on the Glock for the shell

Best keep a rocket, yo Patna been plotting
On the low nigga dirty Mackin pocket watching
All out of favors, my nigga
And I don′t feel sorry, I got it but I ain't really got it

We can do drive but, lil' brother, we must hit our target
Let′s pop out and give that boy hell
Fuck a revolver, lil′ brother, we need more than six
Put a bag on the Glock for the shell

Best keep a rocket, yo Patna been plotting
On the low nigga dirty Mackin' pocket watching
All out of favors, my nigga
And I don′t feel sorry, I got it but I ain't really got it

(Holdin′ on, it's very hard to do it)
(Soldier on, and that′s the life)
(Holdin' on, it's very hard to do it)