Hold Up

Hold up, go ahead listen to this
I know you mad at me
For all the ways I'm talkin my shit
And you don't like what I've been sayin
In these bars that I spit
But I can't change what's in the past
Because it's already writ, like

You are not him, you are not him
So shut the fuck up
Cause I'm still recording, you say
It's not that important
I've heard that shit way before this
Your conversations are boring
But it's ok cause either way
I know I'll still be performing

Just took a flight out of Portland
I'm on the way to New York and
My plane just started deboarding
Oh shit, this crowd is enormous
My momma asked me
How the fuck that I could even afford it
I'm gettin paid a couple racks
To go onstage where I flourish

And this is just how I get it
They like the ink that's embedded
These tattoos all up on my skin
I guess that they got a fetish
I put they ass up in a guillotine
And leave em beheaded
And then I put em in a ditch
We call that shit loss prevention, like

Why you keep on tryna fuckin call me all the time
Heard it ring too much, but I kept hittin decline
And I know you pissed off that I keep on gettin high
Every song that I post, I rewrote it ten times, like

Hold up, go ahead listen to this
I know you mad at me
For all the ways I'm talkin my shit
And you don't like what I've been sayin
In these bars that I spit
But I can't change what's in the past
Because it's already writ, like

Hold up, go ahead listen to this
I know you mad at me
For all the ways I'm talkin my shit
And you don't like what I've been sayin
In these bars that I spit
But I can't change what's in the past
Because it's already writ, like