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The Wisemen, J Brom, LA THE RAPPER & Skippy
Hold Tight
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hold Tight was released on February 25, 2026 by Good Vibes Only as a part of the album The Wisemen
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AlbumThe Wisemen
Release DateFebruary 25, 2026
LabelGood Vibes Only
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Brom
J Brom
Drum Machine, Sampler
LA THE RAPPER
LA THE RAPPER
Vocals
Skippy
Skippy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathon Bromilow
Jonathon Bromilow
Composer
Kai Jefferson
Kai Jefferson
Lyrics
Aari Colbert
Aari Colbert
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Wisemen
The Wisemen
Producer
J Brom
J Brom
Mixing Engineer
Skippy
Skippy
Cover Art
Jonathon Bromilow
Jonathon Bromilow
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Look what you made me do
I need a Jeep sittin' high in this navy blue
It's crazy, nothin' you'd say could amaze me, dude
Your rap's weak and the flow kinda lazy too
Why hell givin' you spice like Cajun food?
They spewin' out cold air like a AC do
Damn, you don't got nothin' different to put your focus on?
You clock the lane, I'll make sure that all your hope is gon' dunk on you
Huh, ayy, it's too much for you
Playin' it tough, but coward whenever blood boils
Yeah, I got soju, now I'm placin' seeds in the game
Plant it out, now I'm givin' what you need, uh
A simple face to the fist, I'm bringin' hurt to ya
Independent, so I'm shippin' all the work to ya
No middleman, I'll kill a man with the pen
John Wick back up on this shit again
And this skin's a different color
****, run up
The brightest star that covers the world, I'll burn the sun up
Skip, this the best they got for me? They not gully, they not nice
Flexin' big though, but don't got money, they not dons
Look at how they move, they not sunny, not ill
Send 'em my way and I'll chop, buddy
Got no regards for your lonely squad
You got no tracks and can't take 'em, you know the reason
Hip-hop's saviors on the way, y'all (Hold tight)
Fakers gon' die any day, y'all (Hold tight)
LA and Skip, we don't play, y'all (Hold tight)
Line 'em up, then we slay, y'all (Hold tight)
Hip-hop's saviors on the way, y'all (Hold tight)
Fakers gon' die any day, y'all (Hold tight)
LA and Skip, we don't play, y'all (Hold tight)
Line 'em up, then we slay, y'all (Hold tight)
You a nice baller playin' on the wrong team
You one of them forced teams, just another lost dream
You wanna take a spot, you tryna be Floss Deng
Like your name was Sean Carter but could never ride canes
Shots, you take aim, but always miss
I guess God couldn't care like when he birthed Chris
These hens cluckin' my name, I don't need no check
Steak fried like a three-piece, I eat in the Brits
You steak-wise, but I don't never see no checks
Hot damn, here we go again in another beef
**** stayin' on it but they never get the cheese
Like a Jewish bankroll, 'cause I keep it low-key
Like the God of Mischief, his flows mythological
Analyzing you herbs, I'm a bot and it's word
I save clips of green when I water my verbs
My compost is John Know's, hard to learn
Yo, how you wrote it? Knowin' that your flow light
Like I'm outta trouble 'fore they showin' all the strobe lights
I'm out of the game, my body with the hoes like
****, Chitty on me, got 'em on me, ass tight
Hip-Hop Savvy's on the way, y'all (Hold tight)
Fakers gon' die any day, y'all (Hold tight)
L.A. and Skip, we don't play, y'all (Hold tight)
Line 'em up, then we slay, y'all (Hold tight)
Hip-Hop Savvy's on the way, y'all (Hold tight)
Fakers gon' die any day, y'all (Hold tight)
L.A. and Skip, we don't play, y'all (Hold tight)
Line 'em up, then we slay, y'all (Hold tight)
Hold tight, y'all, 'cause the Savvy's in your ear
A major situation when I place my rhymes in gear
I'm the illest on the Earth, mean and hardest on a spear
I'm dangerous with the lines, I'm like Edge when he spears
Go crazy, write and burn all my peers
Charred, now they off the map, we wantin' all of that
Smoke like you hailing some ganja, I'll bomb you
Disintegrate your body, L.A.'s a monster
Yo, pure monsters, money like them lobsters
Man, we don't surf, we make these way for often
Blasters sittin' in cars you all parked in
Want some Kennedy and shit, splittin' your whole noggin'
No stallin', we comin' for all glitters and gold
Really platinum, I ask them if they talkin' to bro
With any disrespect, wack rappers get thrown out the window
Below, it spikes, let's go
It spikes in gangland, but we roll solo
Dough low at any point, never need to set the level
As we table the points, able enough to annoy
Lessons in demand, fight your threats in buffet
Yo, blowin' out vapors, while we countin' the paper
Harlem and Queens, we some kings, set your wager
Place your bets, erasing threats, you don't believe?
He the ace, show your face to check, I came correct
You wanna get eighth and step, new rulers
Get the basic mess, yo, fuck 'em up, Skip
It's all good if you all act right
God bless your life, my ****, hold tight
Yo, yo, hip-hop's saviors on the way, y'all (hold tight)
Fakers gon' die any day, y'all (hold tight)
L.A. and Skip, we don't play, y'all (hold tight)
Line 'em up, then we slay, y'all (hold tight)
Hip-hop's saviors on the way, y'all (hold tight)
Fakers gon' die any day, y'all (hold tight)
L.A. and Skip, we don't play, y'all (hold tight)
Line 'em up, then we slay, y'all (hold tight)
Slay y'all, yeah
Slay y'all, yeah, yeah, yeah
Slay y'all (yeah), L.A. (slay y'all)
Skip (Skip and Black), J-Bizzle and the Hizzle for sure (on the Wax, yo, yo, yo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, vibe with me now (vibe with me now, vibe with me now)
The Wiseman (yo, The Wiseman)
Word
Ayy, yo, pass me the weed, son
You ain't put in on this, man
Written by: Aari Colbert, Jonathon Bromilow, Kai Jefferson

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