Hold Up - Illa Ghee, Royal Flush

Sitting in bed, hypnotized by the weed smell

Just got off the phone with my brother that’s in jail

So I inhale

Train of thought, high like the third rail

Got rich off of one sale, fees like Easel

I talk through the email, dodging the slug shells

But niggas don’t know till they lungs fail

I found ya body out in the dirt trail

Cause I be OT getting coke for wholesale

My mind is produced by this paradise

The shit that I live, I probably live it twice

That nigga’s rocking jewels but you can’t fight

Until I got the four in ya mouth and take flight

I’m possessed by a demon

And in yo bitch, I’ll leave semen

Freddy Cougar, nightmare dreaming

Codeine and Sprite, leaning

Hold up

We got that real shit right here

We stepping up high to this year

Grown man rap with no fear

We telling all of y’all, stand clear

Hold up

We got that real shit right here

We stepping up high to this year

Grown man rap with no fear

We telling all of y’all, stand clear

Hold Up

More bottles getting thrown at a drunk thug

One slug, put ya frame by this chrome dub

Fuck a pig, you dig while I dug

Make it clear Illa flow with a pen used drugs

Get back here, see I’m like the future of last year

Volcanic beats, cause the beats get stabbed here

Drug like a advare, animal often

See I hate arguing, I spar with a squadron

Chopped five sergeants, my life is a black tent

Ghetto made marksman, I’m still starving to pay rent

Illa is the best homie, nothing is adjacent

My raps have been to a radio station

Moves is a statement, bullets do maintenance

power like a God, that’s what Satan is

I am the hand that smacks bitches and relationships

I’m taken over because I never liked the waiting list