Control ft. Cloud9foreal Lyrics

When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol

Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control

I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole

My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul

When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol

Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control

I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole

My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul

Lord have mercy on me, Lord have mercy on them

Mass of crowds don't know me, wanna control me

I come from the gutta boy, please hold me

Murderous thoughts, burdens I copped reign upon me

I came broke in the game, numbers stay the same

When fans turn into haters and haters to fans

Sike, critically acclaimed way 'fore I stepped into fame

I'm a beast in the world of the man, check my mane.

I came from the ghetto, man I'm still in the hood

I got dreams, I got nightmares ,haters wanna fight me

Rats wanna bite me, snakes wanna strike me

What I do if I ever ever wanna hype me

Oh well, I'd like the industry to like me

Record labels fightin' over who is gonna sign me

Cloud9, man. You see? This is the hype man

Wake up man! 9 to 5 knock on the clock, man. Damn

When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol

Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control

I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole

My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul

When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol

Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control

I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole

My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul

Remember when we started haters acted like they liked us

If they had some balls they would be ready to fight us

Strike us, now they sing a different tune

They see the records we move, yea we back on the groove

Hurricane told me to pay 'em no mind, I'm on the grind

The work we put in now comes back in due time

I'm out of my mind, trynna write lines

That strike a chord in these fuckers that try to get mines

The life and the stress, shit the strife and the mess

I pour it in every line of every beat that I bless

I say it straight from my chest, I want the top nothing less

Ain't got no one to impress, just check this mate on this chess

Aiming straight for stardom

Haters falling, leaves in autumn

Ain't got time no Audemars

We strike gold like Eldorado

Chase the paper, that's the motto

Kiss the ring or semi-auto

We got it locked man I feel like we hit the lotto

When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol

Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control

I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole

My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul

When you ride and you hold, the fuzz is out on patrol

Am I the one who they told on, shit's outta control

I just got out on parole, I ain't going back in that hole

My hand on my belt, my gat cold, Lord have mercy on my soul