Hold Up

"Hold Up" [Intro] Ho-Ho-Ho Hold Up! Hold Up, Hold Up Hey, Hey, Hey Hold Up S.K Hold Up! Yeah! HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH NO ANY BONES, NO KILL AND SHIT [Verse 1: S.K.AYE] 22 year's old, Mouth ain’t fulla gold Twenty fifteen Pride of hustle show No bullshit, no fake, although I was born in the south where i stood to grow My mother worked hard in police My childhood was without dish in pieces I'd rather prefer my suffering decreaseis... Aye! Aye! Aye! My once idea was, runaway from here My Father was a sailor, in Okhotsk Sea I haven't almost few, years him seen Do you know when, world broken in teen? In fourteen i escaped from N But on theseall my Difficulties/Different didn't end I was moved North side by Sakhalin Island I grow, my soul is stand there is asylum How Fifty said: I'm What I'm... I’m a Lion but Short cutter mane Standing ovation one moment No ain’t celebration only human being Damn... We solve more problems with my gang...man We sometimes don't understand... In 2011 i created own name gang Lion hand - this is my brand Hustle pride - broke all system Don’t need no mercy, mister, only listen, then [Hook] HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH NO ANY BONES, NO KILL & SHIT (HOLD UP! HOLD UP!) HOLD UP, U.S.A FOR ME, (HOLD UP! HOLD UP!) HOLD UP, R.U.S.S.I.A n’ HOMIE Hold up! HOLD UP, HOLD UP, ALL MY PHRASE-E-ES! HOLD UP ME, LIKE RUTHERFORD B. HAYES! [Verse 2: S.K.AYE] Look at me, young Behind the wall Straight in the purpose a ball in soul Don’t smoke I dro Upgrade now my flow Living without rap game, no more Imma king but haven't crown Respect me & know Who young and tall Round around i get it to go Cradle to the grave, I have it all... B-o-o-oy! I know, you wanna ask me “Who the fuck are you? “ Who? Who? Who? Who? Do you really wanna know what i'm here doing Do? Do? Do? Do? Do you really wanna know, am I serious N cool? Who kill beat By Trey Major Hitz from my GOD-beatmakers crew, dude No no tattoos, fool I’m white like your shoes I'm so nervous, behavior so bad, call me shawty pimpin' From old school… I'm here to be heard by you, truth Ain’t in particular be new “fast food” You in monster beats…. Choose… Cuz gooood….. This my show in theatre of my mind, deserve it I something doing not always in time, unfortunately… I swear in my speech, without anytime distortion After 3 years, I will ride in Marche In my brand new Porsche [Verse 3: II Tone] Yeah Nigga! M-Town Russia You niggas better hold up! II Tone! Every day on the mission Got the niggas rise the guesses I'm the streets Got the niggas are guesses See ya can be me, can joke me So i gotta stressin' So i'm in the hood, in rude but in the question I’m in the streets My circle less the small, I'm so let about crowd I keep it drink good, stayin’ high Two the free bombs I can deny Sippin’ molly with my body, a have nigga, so passin’ by My coach no diffirent your wormy That’s about yo check The niggas sayn from the hood But I seen the yet I speak my mind, yo make no like, but no mean yo heard me? Yo check in verse so drop, so bitch I set is clear You see me in the streets I’m alone, you no roll up Niggas, bitch, hold up! [Hook] HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH NO ANY BONES, NO KILL & SHIT (HOLD UP! HOLD UP!) HOLD UP, U.S.A FOR ME, (HOLD UP! HOLD UP!) HOLD UP, R.U.S.S.I.A n’ HOMIE Hold up! HOLD UP, HOLD UP, ALL MY PHRASE-E-ES! HOLD UP ME, LIKE RUTHERFORD B. HAYES!