"Hold Up" lyrics
(feat. Mass Of Man)
I'm impatient, I've been waiting
I need a doctor, mental patient
All the fame, yeah, I crave it
I'm a slave for entertainment
Fight-or-flight mode, little bit psycho
Might get hype when I rap on a mic
Oh, I'm different, too gifted
Better get back, this boy is vicious
Gotta pay cash if you wanna pass go
You cannot walk the path that I chose
You cannot rap or master my flows
I'm the definition of actually dope
Don't you be testing me, I got the recipe
You don't compare 'cause we are different pedigrees
Told you to let it be, homie you dead to me
Pray to the Lord 'cause you 'bout rest in peace
I got pain, I got problems
Who gon' right these wrongs?
I got age, I got knowledge, this the vibe we on
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up
Whiskey sipper, risky liver
I cannot sleep, it seems my dreams are bigger
Back on the scene, with seeing me deliver
Raps at a rapid speed 'cause he's no quitter
Keep your chin up, bitch, why you be so bitter?
He's a beginner while I'm in the league of winners
Gripping the millimeter, leave you heated all winter
50% of you people try to eat off my dinner
Lyst won't give them a piece, little bitch don't trigger the beast
'Cause the pistol's hidden beneath, and this sicko's willing to squeeze
Independent means unlimited reach
I'm winning, they see what I spit is not a figure of speech
It's me and Nico, these other people don't really compete
And they better go thicken their skin up 'fore we get underneath
I got pain, I got problems
Who gon' right these wrongs?
I got age, I got knowledge, this the vibe we on
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up
I need a doctor, mental patient
All the fame, yeah, I crave it
I'm a slave for entertainment
Fight-or-flight mode, little bit psycho
Might get hype when I rap on a mic
Oh, I'm different, too gifted
Better get back, this boy is vicious
Gotta pay cash if you wanna pass go
You cannot walk the path that I chose
You cannot rap or master my flows
I'm the definition of actually dope
Don't you be testing me, I got the recipe
You don't compare 'cause we are different pedigrees
Told you to let it be, homie you dead to me
Pray to the Lord 'cause you 'bout rest in peace
I got pain, I got problems
Who gon' right these wrongs?
I got age, I got knowledge, this the vibe we on
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up
Whiskey sipper, risky liver
I cannot sleep, it seems my dreams are bigger
Back on the scene, with seeing me deliver
Raps at a rapid speed 'cause he's no quitter
Keep your chin up, bitch, why you be so bitter?
He's a beginner while I'm in the league of winners
Gripping the millimeter, leave you heated all winter
50% of you people try to eat off my dinner
Lyst won't give them a piece, little bitch don't trigger the beast
'Cause the pistol's hidden beneath, and this sicko's willing to squeeze
Independent means unlimited reach
I'm winning, they see what I spit is not a figure of speech
It's me and Nico, these other people don't really compete
And they better go thicken their skin up 'fore we get underneath
I got pain, I got problems
Who gon' right these wrongs?
I got age, I got knowledge, this the vibe we on
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up
