Hold Up

Hold up it's just been a minute
I need to speed up to just get a ticket
I am so wicked I just need a bishop
My mind has sickened so I am the sickest
I went to hell for a visit
Satan said the thrones where I best fit in
Thoughts are so vivid all I can image
Is death taking me in an instant
Life's not of interest so I'm getting distant
Resisting persistence so I'm nonexistent
Can't find this bliss shit so I know my limits
Explicit is just so deficient
Tryna get riches
Like multiple digits
So I get this shit written
within a few minutes
not repetitious so
My swiftness of spitting
Just keeps on gettin attention

I've never fit in so I am a misfit
I'm different and in my own division
So by definition I'm out of commission
I don't fuck around with none of this bitch shit
This was not gifted you got it all twisted
I'm hinting at me being oh so committed
I am not quittin, want drip like it's liquid
A legend envisioned is what you all witness
If you think I suck well that's just an opinion
Millions and billions got me so driven
Pain won't be ridden so I made a decision
To get them predicting I'll get recognition
I got a symptom of being the swiftest
at makin these rhythms all so damn mythic
There is logistics this ain't no damn gimmick
I don't want to hear it, man fuck all them critics



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Writer(s): Riley Davies
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