HOLD UP

Turn me up in the headphones It ain't loud enough These motherfuckers think I'ma play with them I ain't gone play with you (ha, ha, ha) I need ya'll to sing children (Sing) I like when the children sing That let you know something's coming (oh it's coming now) I like the sound to this Something's coming You can picture like a photograph And vision the image Of 1, 2, 5th St. and Lenox The old folks they souls are cole like Kenneth Tryna keep your weight up Better eat that spinach Before twenty-five Niggas lives get diminished The world's filthiest I'm tryna win a pendant Cops be on patrol through the block every minute Itching just to pop something Swearing I'm a menace They disturb me but it loves like tennis, man Cap to the side and my jersey is vintage Chicks a make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness Damn it's a scam but I handle my business Plan to be the man if the Lord be my witness Do my chin-ups with walk sign for my physical fitness Sixteen's sicker the alzheims Flow is ridiculous, hold up… Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up… Easy now seen Mind where you patrol Play your lane like your bowl When his majesty speaks Beast defies gravity Blue tooth nigga but I don't have any cavities Diddy got it wrapped like cocoons Pop shit like noodles through cow manure ballons I urge you to tell a friend warn a brother About my splurges, merges with Warner Bros. Thugs acting funny cause chicks call me honey See a nine figure nigga makings Bugs Bunny money Eons beyond bling bling So I chose to get engaged to these sweet sixteen's “Make a name” Make a name, let it bang so beautiful The theme music for crew that move pharamaceuticals, or Suitable for a recruitable whore To service the whole crew when we out on tour Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up… It's like the misic will literally stop time We roll up twenty deep, cock deez, swole up Get inflicted bu my verbal conviction Bad Boy but far from the Detroit Pistons You not foucused enough, you not listening You need to slow down, hold up like kick stand Cop to it, get on your grind music Across 110th sharp Caesar wit a line music Fine tunes with the proper soul seasoning Ya live shows are boring Your just not pleasing them, stop teasing them You can't rock Palladiums We bring New York back like that west stadium Fuck the game and if the fame went away I'll still be the hardest working man in enterteinment today Learn a lesson in that, no questioning that No guess work involved So stop stressing the facts, Hold up…