Hold Up

Sitting in bed, hypnotized by the weed smell
Just got off the phone with my brother that’s in jail
So I inhale
Train of thought, high like the third rail
Got rich off of one sale, fees like Easel
I talk through the email, dodging the slug shells
But niggas don’t know till they lungs fail
I found ya body out in the dirt trail
Cause I be OT getting coke for wholesale
My mind is produced by this paradise
The shit that I live, I probably live it twice
That nigga’s rocking jewels but you can’t fight
Until I got the four in ya mouth and take flight
I’m possessed by a demon
And in yo bitch, I’ll leave semen
Freddy Cougar, nightmare dreaming
Codeine and Sprite, leaning
Hold up
We got that real shit right here
We stepping up high to this year
Grown man rap with no fear
We telling all of y’all, stand clear
Hold up
We got that real shit right here
We stepping up high to this year
Grown man rap with no fear
We telling all of y’all, stand clear
Hold Up
More bottles getting thrown at a drunk thug
One slug, put ya frame by this chrome dub
Fuck a pig, you dig while I dug
Make it clear Illa flow with a pen used drugs
Get back here, see I’m like the future of last year
Volcanic beats, cause the beats get stabbed here
Drug like a advare, animal often
See I hate arguing, I spar with a squadron
Chopped five sergeants, my life is a black tent
Ghetto made marksman, I’m still starving to pay rent
Illa is the best homie, nothing is adjacent
My raps have been to a radio station
Moves is a statement, bullets do maintenance
power like a God, that’s what Satan is
I am the hand that smacks bitches and relationships
I’m taken over because I never liked the waiting list