[Intro]
Leggo
Uh
Yeah
Watch me
Ooh
Brrr
Who that?

[Verse 1]
Hold up
Bitch, don’t kill my vibe
N***a, don’t size me up
Don’t like me but it’s cool
You ain’t gotta like what I write
For an invite to the trunk of my mind
Back of my thoughts, back from the crack
In the concrete rose grown out of New York
Out of the dark
A 2Pac with an AK47 and word from Heaven, uh
Urban grammar, word to grandma
I talk about hell more than I walk through it
I talk about God more than I talk to him
Talk to ‘em (Preach)
Four-hundred dollar for belts, uh
Two-hundred dollar for denim
And all of the women you spendin’ your money impressin’ is walkin’ in five dollar leggings
You chasin’ the dream or you chasin’ the ass?
Investin’ in pussy, invest in you craft
I heard what you lack, and that’s self
Tryin’ to find you tryin’ to be everyone else
Y’all killin’ y’all selves, shit
You cop and old jewel before the pro tools
Produce a load of bullshit, full clips
And old school whips but you lack the drive
Ya lack of ambition is matched with pride
You’re gonna be the cause of your own demise
How it look when you look in the mirror and see the same image when you close your eyes?

[Refrain]
R.I.P. to y’all
I hate to see you fall (Word up)
‘Cause y’all died without a purpose, worthless
What’s worse is, see that’s the worst death of all
My God

[Chorus]
Hold up
Shut the fuck up, n***a
You can take this personal
While I sip on this personal
My n***a
Hold up
Shut the fuck up, ho
I don’t hear what you sayin’
Which one of these bills is you payin’?
My n***a
Hold on, uh
Word to mama, I’ma say what I want
Double dare me, say that I won’t
God got me, you could say what you want
My n***a
Hold up
Shut the fuck up
I got way too much on my mental (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I’ma let my pants sag, I’ma say what I want
Stereo broke, still play what I want
Don’t pray for me, dawg
See less saints on the alter and more saints in Laurent
Anaheim saw more things than a orbacom
Depict more pics than a T3i
And spent more time than Breitling writing the candlelight
And that’s life, my n***a
So don’t talk to me ‘bout no diploma (Don’t do it)
Don’t mention no valedictorian
Most of my homies live life on that corner (Back on the corner)
And rather give dick to Victoria’s
Smoke marijuana and sip on Coronas
I told the hoes that I’m workin’
Told the leeches, “Go that way,” yeah
I got fired then made that fire
Leap of faith, you ain’t that brave, no
Limelight when I’m backstage
Heard your hits, then backstage
You can’t be serious, n***a, nah
I learn from my mistakes, yeah
Seen kinfolk turn bitch made
Yeah, yeah
C’mon, boy, why burn the bridge? Just pay the toll, boy
Oh, boy
Punchlines and catchphrases, catch Frazier
Stay on y’all toes, n***a
Young clay, I’m showin’ you the ropes
Willie Lynch gold chain for your throats, woo

[Refrain]
R.I.P. to y’all
I hate to see you fall (Word up)
‘Cause y’all died without a purpose, worthless
What’s worse is, see that’s the worst death of all
My God

[Chorus]
Hold up
Shut the fuck up, n***a
You can take this personal
While I sip on this personal
My n***a
Hold up
Shut the fuck up, ho
I don’t hear what you sayin’
Which one of these bills is you payin’?
My n***a
Hold on
Word to mama, I’ma do what I want
Double dare me
Say that I won’t
God got me, you could say what you want
My n***a
Hold up
Shut the fuck up
I got way too much on my mental