S.K.AYE (feat. II Tone) - Hold Up (Trey Major Beats Production) | Текст песни

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"Hold Up"

Intro:
Ho-Ho-Ho Hold Up!
Hold Up, Hold Up,
Hey, Hey, Hey Hold Up,
S.K. Hold Up! Yeah! Hey!

HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED,
NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED,
NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH,
NO ANY BONES, NO KILL & SHIT,
S.K.AYE
Verse 1:
22 year's old, Mouth ain’t fulla gold,
Twenty fifteen Pride of hustle Show,
No bullshit, no fake, although,
I was born in the south where i stood to grow.
My mother worked hard in polices,
My childhood was without dish in pieces,
I'd rather prefer my suffering decreaseis.
Aye! Aye! Aye!
My once idea was, runaway from here,
My Father was a sailor, in Okhotsk Sea,
I haven't almost few, years him seen,
Do you know when, world broken in teen?
In fourteen i escaped from N,
But on theseall my Difficulties/Different didn't end,
I was moved North side by Sakhalin Island,
I grow, my soul is stand there is asylum,
How Fifty said: I'm What I'm...
I’m a Lion but Short cutter mane,
Standing ovation one moment,
No ain’t celebration only human being,
Damn...
We solve more problems with my gang...man
We sometimes don't understand...
In 2011 i created own name gang,
Lion hand - this is my brand,
Hustle pride - broke all system,
Don’t need no mercy, mister, only listen, then.

Chorus:
HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED,
NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED,
NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH,
NO ANY BONES, NO KILL & SHIT,
(HOLD UP! HOLD UP!)
HOLD UP, U.S.A FOR ME, (HOLD UP! HOLD UP!)
HOLD UP, R.U.S.S.I.A n’ HOMIE Hold up!
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, ALL MY PHRASE-E-ES!
HOLD UP ME, LIKE RUTHERFORD B. HAYES!

Verse 2:
Look at me, young,
Behind the wall,
Straight in the purpose a ball in soul,
Don’t smoke I dro,
Upgrade now my flow,
Living without rap game, no more,
Imma king but haven't crown,
Respect me & know,
Who young and tall,
Round around i get it to go,
Cradle to the grave, I have it all...
B-o-o-oy!
I know, you wanna ask me “Who the fuck are you? “
Who? Who? Who? Who?
do you really wanna know what i'm here doing,
Do? Do? Do? Do?
Do you really wanna know, am I serious N cool?
Who kill beat,
by Trey Major Hitz from my GOD-beatmakers crew, dude
No no tattoos, fool
I’m white like your shoes,
I'm so nervous, behavior so bad, call me shawty pimpin'
from old school….
I'm here to be heard by you, truth,
Ain’t in particular be new “fast food”,
You in monster beats…. Choose….
Cuz gooood…..

This my show in theatre of my mind, deserve it,
I something doing not always in time, unfortunately…
I swear in my speech, without anytime distortion
After 3 years, I will ride in Marche
In my brand new Porsche.

Verse 3:
Yeah Nigga!
M-Town,
Russia,
You niggas better hold up!
II Tone!
Every day on the mission,
Got the niggas rise the guesses
I'm the streets,
Got the niggas are guesses,
See ya can be me, can joke me,
So i gotta stressin',
So i'm in the hood, in rude but in the question,
I’m in the streets,
My circle less the small, I'm so let about crowd,
I keep it drink good, stayin’ high,
Two the free bombs I can deny,
Sippin’ molly with my body, a have nigga, so passin’ by
My coach no diffirent your wormy,
That’s about yo check,
The niggas sayn from the hood,
But I seen the yet,
I speak my mind, yo make no like, but no mean yo heard me?
Yo check in verse so drop, so bitch I set is clear,
You see me in the streets,
I’m alone, you no roll up,
Niggas, bitch, hold up!

Chorus:
HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED,
NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED,
NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH,
NO ANY BONES, NO KILL & SHIT,
(HOLD UP! HOLD UP!)
HOLD UP, U.S.A FOR ME, (HOLD UP! HOLD UP!)
HOLD UP, R.U.S.S.I.A n’ HOMIE Hold up!
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, ALL MY PHRASE-E-ES!
HOLD UP ME, LIKE RUTHERFORD B. HAYES!

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