Can I Holla At Ya? [DreamHill Cover]

[Intro: Amir Royale & Lauryn Hill] One day, you're gonna understand... A-Rod—Jermaine, I'm home Dear God, I pray I hold it together A-Rod—Lauryn, I'm home Dear God, my gosh, my gosh [Verse] Miseducated, sent to college without preparation But got an invitation to this fucked up game I honestly wish I had more time to live my younger days And have more memories and a couple more ovations Cause otherwise, I’m represented with no reputation Niggas stay hating, while I'm well waited But stay so hungry, can’t nothing sate it So busy, I just cannot hold a conversation Acting up in class, meanwhile— This a music business presentation (Sorry Lauren) It just seems that I cannot shake it The fact that I got something these kids ain't get The power to create new personas And don 'em like Stracci or Corleone would Your shit is sweet, but it ain't nothing like a donut; universal I run circles 'round these niggas making pop songs Thinking that I ain't got none Meanwhile I'm the one that can top 'em Can't nobody stop him Cause this surge is another earth, it's second nature I hate you, cause your illogical, jiggy algorithms Brought you way more attention than you deserve If you really was the one, you'd be putting the music first And trying to touch the people instead of rappin' 'bout drugs Over wack cracked beats with flows that ain't even lethal [Hook] So can I holla at ya? Can I holla at ya? Said, can I holla at ya? Can I holla at ya? And though I know it's been a while There ain't no better time than now So stop fucking around—can I holla at ya? Just lemme holla at ya