[Intro]
Hol' up
We are live, and I got booted in the booth
Hol' up
Snotty Nose Dilla
Hol' up
[Chorus]
Hol' up, a young nigga wildin'
It's hard to keep us silent
The mic is my wife, and I fuck it up, domestic violence
I got it to a science, ho been lyin'
[Verse 1]
The necklace like "Hey Johnny" 'cause that bitch still shining
I don't trust these niggas, can't find silver linings
Seems like my house is done became solitary confinement
Drug addiction, disappointment, and success, I combined it
Accept the [?], made a mistake bitch don't remind me
I'm in the mirror pool, eleven cool graze match your ratchet
Your feet ain't getting through, somehow I still respond to the static
Too busy for who, somehow I still don't get distracted
My schedule packed in to the point that I could throw you a platform
I'm getting game from OGs who crease they dickies and khakis
It's got bad to the point I make 'em laugh you feel all the blackness
You could fill the hole in my heart from the pain I seen back then
Jump out in traffic, jump in the bottoms and scream "what's bracking?"
Eating beats for breakfast, when it come to rappers I crunch captains
That pussy water so I'm swimming in, this pattern is significant
She always wanna bring a friend, it's something that we did again
Her man had the juice like minute maid, but he's a minute man
Shaped like Demi Moore, treat her like a demigod so the lights get dim
My niggas is bold, they keepin' they straps, and none of 'em got they license in
They quickly blow you sleeps, sippin' the cold I check the celsius
I had a plan long before a nigga had a brick
My baby blue like Laker jersey from Minneapolis
I heard your rap shit ain't up to par, it ain't adequate
I take designer and vintage and then mismatch the shit
Huh, and these is facts
It's never where you from lil' nigga it's where you at
Huh, what it's 'bout
It's not when it happened, it's how was you spinnin' out
[Chorus]
Hol' up, a young nigga wildin'
It's hard to keep us silent
The mic is my wife, and I fuck it up, domestic violence
I got it to a science, hoe been lyin'
[Verse 2]
Listen, ok a stripper and a ho walk inside a studio
Don't wanna rap, don't love these hoes, what the fuck are you in it for
If you ain't tryna fuck or get it poppin', they why?
This bitch reply to me and said "I'm enjoying the vibe"
She said "the best time to post is 'round 2 pm"
So 'round 2:15 she got a two pieced in
On a threeway with two niggas she knew back then
And got tattoos like me, etch-a-sketched in their skin
But nevermind that
I can't trust these dimes because they dime tap
You talkin' 'bout my smoke and my lean, you like where the lines
You know why they call me snotty nose, I used to provide that
Fuckin' pretty customer fiends, I sell it they buy sack
I coulda stuck a bundle in your kitty, yo' vagin-snatch
Tell the truth too much, I Instagram like this is my app
Lotta niggas love to say "There is no cap in my rap"
[?] you could just google it, nigga find facts
You worry too much about this my nigga, this ain't that
Facts, blatt
[Chorus]
Hol' up, a young nigga wildin'
It's hard to keep us silent
The mic is my wife, and I fuck it up, domestic violence
I got it to a science, hoe been lyin'
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