[Verse 1: Hologram]
Resume, I'm not holdin' on grudges
My mind's consumed with [?] hundreds
I still put the gun to your stomach
Ask where you from and tell you run it (n***a, what?)
I used to hand out Ls like they was going out of style
I had to do 'em dirty, there was no one else around
These n***as used to fuck with Os and now they selling pounds
I ran up in their stash house like it was the Lost And Found
Uh

[Chorus: Hologram]
They wanted me dead ten years ago
I'm still here though (nope!)
They wanted me dead ten years ago (in your face, bitch!)
I'm still here though (what up!)
(uh!)

[Verse 2: Hologram]
A few don't need a reason to have me not breathing (haters)
Even worse they think they see you living fast
On a bike, [?] with a vest (I'm out)
Better yet, in a Sedan S-Class (skirt!)
Black and gray, the same color as ash
A dirty block in the Bronx is the backsplash
The type of place to get a n***a backstabbed (uh)
Break up some weed, roll a blunt and take a drag (smoke it!)

[Chorus: Hologram]
They wanted me dead ten years ago (what?)
I'm still here though (yeah)
They wanted me dead ten years ago (what?)
I'm still here though (uh)

[Verse 3: Hologram]
Someone told me success is the best revenge (okay)
So when you see me succesful, you say it has to end (uh)
And ever since then, my gun has been my bestest friend (bestest)
I catch a wind, and I'm gone with the wind (magic doors)
I dedicate this song for my sin (my sin)
And to my dogs in the pen
I got a 1934 .357, with a .38 special cartridge
You gon' need a reverend (our father)

[Chorus: Hologram]
They wanted me dead ten years ago (where did I go) (woah)
I'm still here though
They wanted me dead ten years ago (uh)
I'm still here though (what up!)

[Outro 1: Hologram]
I ain't goin' nowhere
Go get get used to me
It's cold