Verse 1

Hold up

Bitch don't kill my vibe

**** don't size me up

Don't like me but it's cool

You ain't gotta like

What I write

For and invite to the trunk of my mind

Back of my thoughts 

Back from the crack in the concrete rose grown out of New York

Out of the dark

A Tupac with an Ak47 and word from heaven heaven uh

Urban grammar word to grandma

I talk about hell more than I walk through it

I talk about God more than I talk to him

Talk to em

Preach

400 dollar for belt

200 dollar for denim and all of the women you spending your money impressing is walking in 5 dollar leggings

You chasing the dream or you chasing the ass

Investing in pussy? Invest in you craft

I hear what you lack

And that's self

Trying to find you trying to be everyone else

Y'all killing y'all selves

Shit

You cop an old jewel before the pro tools

Produce a load of bullshit, full clips, and old school whips but you lack the drive

Ya lack of ambition is matched with pride

You're gonna be the cause of your own demise

How it look

When you look in the mirror And see the same vision when you close your eyes

R.I.P to y'all 

I hate to see you fall

Cause y'all died without a purpose, worthless, what's worse is 

See that's the worst death of all

My God

Hook

Hold up,

Shut the fuck up ****

You can take this personal 

While I sip on this personal

My ****

Hold up,

Shut the fuck up hoe

I don't hear what you saying

Which one of these bills is you paying

My **** 

Hold on,

Word to momma Ima day what I want

Double dare me

Say that I won't

God got me you could say what you want

My ****

Hold up,

Shut the fuck up

I got way too much on my mental

Verse 2

Uh,

Let my pants sag Ima say what I want

Stereo broke still play what I want

Don't pray for me dog

See less saint on the alter and more saints in Laurent

Anaheim 

Saw more things then a orbacom

Depict more pics then a T3i

And spent more time then Breitling writing in candle light

And that's life my **** so

Don't talk to me bout no diploma

Don't mention no valedictorian most of my homies live life on that corner

And rather give dick to Victoria's 

Smoke marijuana and sip on Coronas 

I told the hoes that I'm working

Told the leeches go that way yeah

I got fired then made that fire

Leap of faith you ain't that brave no

Limelight when I'm backstage

Heard your hits then hit back space 

You can't be serious **** nah

I learn from my mistakes yeah

Seen kinfolk turn bitch made

Ey yay yay 

C'mon boy why burn the bridge just pay the toll boy

Oh boy

Punch lines and catch phrases catch Frazier

Stay on y'all toes ****

Young clay, I'm showing you the ropes Willie Lynch gold chain for you throats woo

R.I.P to y'all 

I hate to see you fall

Cause y'all died without a purpose, worthless, what's worse is 

See that's the worst death of all

My God

Hook

Hold up,

Shut the fuck up ****

You can take this personal 

While I sip on this personal

My ****

Hold up,

Shut the fuck up hoe

I don't hear what you saying

Which one of these bills is you paying?

My **** 

Hold on,

Word to momma Ima day what I want

Double dare me

Say that I won't

God got me you could say what you want

My ****

Hold up,

Shut the fuck up

I got way too much on my mental

You ain't been through what I been through my ****