Holiday (feat. Max B.)

Knee deep in the game

Due time you'll see the sunshine if you sleep in the rain

I ain't trying to weather the storm

I get over the clouds and I ain't talking 'bout flying a plane

I'm in the slums where the guns is

**** sell crack to get hundreds, I mean thousands

I see European cars by housing

I see shining on your block, I'm just browsing

Four five make you get free

My London **** say, you get me? I say, I got you

Rude boy, they better watch you

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold

When I was young they used to say I had a older soul

Only death can make the soldiers fold

Coming down, hit the floor, let go, all my soldiers roll

You get hit then your soul let go, let's go

(Let's go) We pop shots off at your bean

D-Block, Byrd Gang, that's the team

Big fifth make you move back

Go against them, you don't really wanna do that

Them got that yay', it's a holiday

If you fuck with my money then you might as well pay

Handgun and the rifle

And a knife too, shit just that trifle

Get blood from your ice to your Nike boots

Head cracked like the dice do

I don't squeal like the mice do

I get hype too, come through the block and light you

Like a cigarette, you ain't seen a harder **** yet

Hit you like a Nicorette

Off a lion **** pick a pet, I mean pick a beast

I run the city ****, pick a street

Matter fact, you could pick a beef

I'm old school, we can shoot it out, pick a heat

Fuck you

(Let's go) We pop shots off at your bean

D-Block, Byrd Gang, that's the team

Big fifth make you move back

Go against them, you don't really wanna do that

Them got that yay', it's a holiday

If you fuck with my money then you might as well pay

I get ya, get the picture?

I'm the painter, you the painted

Talking shit when you ain't shit

I'm five star, you ain't ranked, kid

I'm major, fuck the majors, fuck the label

And take that to the bank kid

It's the Ghost of the Phantom

Killing rappers at random, without a handgun

Can't stand him

I'm too nice, I'm too hot

You don't wanna drop from the top of the rooftop

Turn the mic up, turn the beat up

SP the Ghost still keep the fucking booth hot

(Let's go) We pop shots off at your bean

D-Block, Byrd Gang, that's the team

Big fifth make you move back

Go against them, you don't really wanna do that

Them got that yay', it's a holiday

If you fuck with my money then you might as well pay