Hol' Up (feat. RD$)

Hol' Up, Hol' Up
Bet I'm rollin' wit ease
Got Some Roses in my holster
I been holdin' for weeks (Say Hol' Up)

Hol' Up, Hol' Up
Hope they holdin' for me
Flow is potent, you can hold this
I got somewhere to be

(Scaai)
Outlandish
Imma bystander
But I'm still standin'
For the real damage

'Lotta will power
In the wheel flower
Imma lone soldier
In the field gassin'

Been a long time Since I been wit it
Standin' out the limits In the city rippin'
Through a time bomb Like the s was printed
Did you read it back or did you get the message

I forgot to send it when it really counted
Now it's to late for them due dates
Two days for them two shades
One lane for my two breaks

Still walkin' on the road, middle of the road
Hope you never cross me
Right now everything is costly
Really wondered what it's gonna cost me

Unrelatable to all these wannabe's
Fallin' over everything in front of me
Hangin' in the balance from the Poppy Trees
Bleeding from the leaves that's pulled from under me

Thought it was under me to set an underneath
Or rather run in place to place the boundary
Look where they found me at, in a dead sleep
Counting dead sheep, That's a dead heap and I'm still goin'

Hopefully the wind still blowin'
When I wake up and I'm still frozen
Comatosin' boy I'm still Poisoned
Still Frame

So you really notice Hope you still focused
When the wheel spoken and the real fortune
Is a price change for the real token
Bet yo life change when you feel broken

(J-Luce)
I ain't go to college
Imma drop out
Fish scale weight
Pull the rock out

Yo spouse vows
Got dropped quick
And my hand down
In her blouse now

I'm about my business better check my writtens
The mental couldn't have my records in it
Ain't no skepticism, bruh this ain't religion
This is realism, leave yo soul diminished

Call me Crowley
J-Luce always been the foulest
The opposition never been about it
Murder any coward for they lack of prowess (yuh)

Pull the Uzi (uh)
Shorty she know imma lose it (uh)
Why is the Joker so gruesome (uh)
Rickie B. make em go stupid (uh)

(Rickie B.)
I stared death in the face like a million times
I'm out here straight losin' my mind
And you know you gone when reality's way in the back of yo mental
Like a ponytail in the 90s

Functioning every night
Straight up, no chaser, while chasin' them chickens behind me
Screamin' out Study group (study group)
Wit all my hitters, shout out to the family

First year, but a brutha's flexin' like I been here
Swag different like oh you from this planet
How the heck I'm supposed to fit in?
Never mind it

I ain't even gon' lie
Class of 11' we came and we conquered the town
Party on College I'm headed there now
It's on to the next when this is shut down

But can a brutha keep it one hundred
I was trippin, boy my grades was slippin'
I threw out all my morals, ain't pay attention
But in church, tried to act like a super Christian

If my parents seen me wylin' out
F a punishment, I'd steady get whooping's
Instead I was whippin' out these digits, Whippin
And schwaggin all without me whippin

Swear a brutha found a way
And nobody could tell me nothing like a Ye Song
Almost dropped out when I found out
I'd start my next semester on probation

I ain't perfect, but I know better
And my first year was straight up YOLO to me
So I said F it like a bad grade, thought I took an L
But guess what, I still got my degree (like Hol' Up)

Hol' Up, Hol' Up
Bet I'm rollin' wit ease
Got Some Roses in my holster
I been holdin' for weeks (Say Hol' Up)

Hol' Up, Hol' Up
Hope they holdin' for me
Flow is potent, you can hold this
I got somewhere to be