Hol′ Up, Hol' Up

Bet I′m rollin' wit ease

Got Some Roses in my holsterI been holdin' for weeks (Say Hol′ Up)

Hol′ Up, Hol' Up

Hope they holdin′ for me

Flow is potent, you can hold this

I got somewhere to be

(Scaai)

Outlandish

Imma bystander

But I'm still standin′

For the real damage

'Lotta will power

In the wheel flower

Imma lone soldier

In the field gassin′

Been a long time Since I been wit it

Standin' out the limits In the city rippin'

Through a time bomb Like the s was printed

Did you read it back or did you get the message

I forgot to send it when it really counted

Now it′s to late for them due dates

Two days for them two shades

One lane for my two breaks

Still walkin′ on the road, middle of the road

Hope you never cross me

Right now everything is costly

Really wondered what it's gonna cost me

Unrelatable to all these wannabe′s

Fallin' over everything in front of me

Hangin′ in the balance from the Poppy Trees

Bleeding from the leaves that's pulled from under me

Thought it was under me to set an underneath

Or rather run in place to place the boundary

Look where they found me at, in a dead sleep

Counting dead sheep, That′s a dead heap and I'm still goin'

Hopefully the wind still blowin′

When I wake up and I′m still frozen

Comatosin' boy I′m still Poisoned

Still Frame

So you really notice Hope you still focused

When the wheel spoken and the real fortune

Is a price change for the real token

Bet yo life change when you feel broken

(J-Luce)

I ain't go to college

Imma drop out

Fish scale weight

Pull the rock out

Yo spouse vows

Got dropped quick

And my hand down

In her blouse now

I′m about my business better check my writtens

The mental couldn't have my records in it

Ain′t no skepticism, bruh this ain't religion

This is realism, leave yo soul diminished

Call me Crowley

J-Luce always been the foulest

The opposition never been about it

Murder any coward for they lack of prowess (yuh)

Pull the Uzi (uh)

Shorty she know imma lose it (uh)

Why is the Joker so gruesome (uh)

Rickie B. make em go stupid (uh)

(Rickie B.)

I stared death in the face like a million times

I'm out here straight losin′ my mind

And you know you gone when reality′s way in the back of yo mental

Like a ponytail in the 90s

Functioning every night

Straight up, no chaser, while chasin' them chickens behind me

Screamin′ out Study group (study group)

Wit all my hitters, shout out to the family

First year, but a brutha's flexin′ like I been here

Swag different like oh you from this planet

How the heck I'm supposed to fit in?

Never mind it

I ain′t even gon' lie

Class of 11' we came and we conquered the town

Party on College I′m headed there now

It′s on to the next when this is shut down

But can a brutha keep it one hundred

I was trippin, boy my grades was slippin'

I threw out all my morals, ain′t pay attention

But in church, tried to act like a super Christian

If my parents seen me wylin' out

F a punishment, I′d steady get whooping's

Instead I was whippin′ out these digits, Whippin

And schwaggin all without me whippin

Swear a brutha found a way

And nobody could tell me nothing like a Ye Song

Almost dropped out when I found out

I'd start my next semester on probation

I ain't perfect, but I know better

And my first year was straight up YOLO to me

So I said F it like a bad grade, thought I took an L

But guess what, I still got my degree (like Hol′ Up)

Hol′ Up, Hol' Up

Bet I′m rollin' wit ease

Got Some Roses in my holster

I been holdin′ for weeks (Say Hol' Up)

Hol′ Up, Hol' Up

Hope they holdin' for me

Flow is potent, you can hold this

I got somewhere to be