Hold Up (Chill)

Hold up, cah man was moving all mad he was talking all bad but then met bro That’s my right hand, yeah he got me And I got him but hold up wait I want privacy Don’t F*ck with socials We got that dream of going global I don’t show shit don’t wanna seem boastful Bars are cold and they freeze no snowball Hold up, cah man was moving all mad he was talking all bad but then met bro That’s my right hand, yeah he got me And I got him but hold up wait I want privacy Don’t F*ck with socials We got that dream of going global I don’t show shit don’t wanna seem boastful Bars are cold and they freeze no snowball Get on a beat and you know it’s a wrap Imma hop on a track and I kill it that’s that Going through shit I’m never relaxed The studios a medicine keep going back They hating me they wanna be me I feel locked up I beg they free me They ask for wishes like a genie Before the rap they didn’t need me Versace cologne and Armani the clothes Material shit just bringing bare hoes And them yutes do anything for these hoes But it is what it is, I only trust bros House full of food but I ain’t in a trap I’m eating good I don’t care bout the chat We tryna go everywhere on the map Cold like Frozone freeze up the track Hold up, cah man was moving all mad he was talking all bad but then met bro That’s my right hand, yeah he got me And I got him but hold up wait I want privacy Don’t f*ck with socials We got that dream of going global I don’t show shit don’t wanna seem boastful Bars are cold and they freeze no snowball Hold up, cah man was moving all mad he was talking all bad but then met bro That’s my right hand, yeah he got me And I got him but hold up wait I want privacy Don’t F*ck with socials We got that dream of going global I don’t show shit don’t wanna seem boastful Bars are cold and they freeze no snowball I got some heat, give me a beat Pass me the sheet, got stress on me Got lots of anger in really a Chief Bitch I don’t like you but my names not Keef I got new shoes don’t step on my feet I’m working I don’t care bout the beef Bitch I’m a king I be roaring like lions Just please tell me why they pretend they rate me I’ll Roll in German upfront like I’m Reus, No I can’t procrastinate workings a choice Split Money with day ones, Always got my boys We wavy like Sailors but don’t say Ahoy We’ll be in a Rover like S1mba Tunes cold make em shiver I’m that G.U.Y like Fizzler Too many bars, you’d think I’m a prisoner