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Hold Up

Matter of fact

ashes to ashes dust to dust

sparking, L for breakfast and a blood for lunch

what? dragging my nut

pants down so what? Count Tax

Free Cash Bill stacking up

running these streets ain't

nothing for free somehow a 9 -5

just wasn't for me

If I planned to survive, I needed something to eat

So I copped myself a hustle and I stuck with my peeps

Please, I ain't breathing right, cursed by sleepless nights

Grandma praying for me, hoping I'd see the light

Knowledge is cheating strikes, that's why I'm eating right

So all you nondescript PhDs need a light

Wanted my noggin touched, cause your momma loved

Was probably dizzy blessing me when you called her up

Rough, I toss it up, then I spark a dutch

Inhale deep, eyes blurred, never tough enough

Crap from bottom up, tears bottoms up

Till I'm out of luck, the world's not enough

Shine, diggy, die, on the rise, bossing up

What, you gon' keep it live till the cop can shoot?

This goes on and on, this goes on and on, baby girl

That cash still rules everything around me, nigga

Came back and made a million, I did it with a blizzard

Took it back to basic mathematics and all started hatting

Bad little bastard dressed so fly, the girls call me fashion

The cameras always flashing in my face

I ain't Rocio all my life, had my days when I aced

No more paint, more champagne, it's for campaigning

That's for the killer king, I'm doing my damn thing

Staying true to this damn game

Bottom up, ride us up, blind that butter product

I got it, you need it, holla

The crack on my fist is a fraction of the brick

Chris said, what's cracking? He was flagging on the 6

They don't take dinero to analyze this

My swagger don't stagger on my own dick to get rich

But your shit going in harder than a horror flick

For the love of this money and the art of it

I just gotta pimp your dick

Hit your girlfriend some diamonds

She was with you when you was grinding

Hit her Gucci and Prada

She's a body and she fly, nigga

Dollar signs in my eyes, she eyes see my borders

Me and my buddies are bullets, deep green like a forest

Used to be so broke, had to pull the cash from my wallet

My dimes got brighter, started popping like hydraulics

Upstates and projects, a lot of us shotties

And our girls is, serial girls like Madonna

This goes on and on, nigga

I could, this goes on and on, nigga

But this goes on and on

It's same old song, same old song

This goes on and on

I could, this goes on and on, nigga

But this goes on and on

It's same old song, same old song

Oooo...This goes on, nigga

I flip digits, done did it in one pivot This slum livin', gotta go hard and come with

it Apes run districts, dawg, we an army

Where I'm at, you either pimp, hoss, or hard as zombie

Some of all three walk around half dead Others named dead, mentionin' past tense

If you got knocked, bid and get home safe It is what it is, my old busy, still home

based Without a trace, I've been trapped in this

winter cage Instead of throwin' safes, live frontin'

center stage On an average day, get down, cash is clay

Knockin' MCs at it, the old fashioned way They talk slick, but get cautious on the way

home I set up some shit, you settle over pay phones

My home slang arrive, all your sets, the target is set

You in some shit, it's Foster talkin' in French

This goes on and on, in my hood This goes on and on, in your hood

This goes on and on, same old song, same old song

This goes on and on, in my hood This goes on and on, in your hood

This goes on and on, same old song, same old song