Hold on Me

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As a young boy, man they said I wouldn't be shit
 Now take a look at my books and my thesis
 Leave them all speechless, how young Beez become Jesus
 I'm a chief with a scroll like a demon to ghost
 The police on patrol, it be taking a toll
 Never break never fold, wanna bake imma roll
 Shaking the boat, taking what's owed
 Tell em upgrade how they flow, pray for my foe
 My one persona's young Jehovah
 Venom on my tongue like I come from cobras
 Get stung by the Beez then I'll decompose ya
 Trouble on my mind, Pusha T for Potus
 Can't stand these vultures, feeling lightheaded like I'm Sammy Sosa
 I was planted on the planet to advance the culture
 'Til my plans ramped up like a Sheckler poster
 Imma Grind 'til Im bored of this shit
 Fine dine on my fourth course in this bitch
 Appetite high as my portion is big
 I'm a Fortunate kid born with a sixth sense
 See a hundred dead rappers around me
 Yeah I'm coming for a rapturous bounty
 Trynna go pro with my brother like Pouncey
 On the block I'll put a stop to these Clowneys, yeah
 Pennywise minded, five nights inside of Freddie's try hiding
 Nine lives but I've already lost five and
 When the pilot died already skydiving, high on the mileage
 I've been designing composing refining an opus
 Trying to focus but I ain't been coping
 High while I'm toasting some wine at the moment
 Frozen in time yeah I'm zoning, own it
 You a'int seen this kind of opponent
 War time and I transform into Conan
 Foresight blind you ain't looking for an omen
 True shit, ruthless as Brutus to Romans
 Stoop to my lowest yeah you peak below it
 Autopilot still could body a showing
 Moving silent got my audio frozen
 Fuck it I'm gone for the moment
 Get it straight yeah this game's got a hold on me
 Not a change imma make to get a, hold on me
 Renegade 'till that gold's on me
 Centerstage any day they gone call on me
 Don't mean to flex, I don't do shit for respect
 I do this shit for a check, pay me direct
 Drain the bank until they lay me to rest, hm
 Bars too sweet, Minute Made
 Maybe lemonade, this is gone take a fucking Minute steak, need a minute (Wait)
 The stakes is high, the rat race is violent
 They aim to erase my prime and for the sake a time I might raise a nine, when
 I feel fucking trapped all caged inside it, John McCain I'll die where my pride sits
 I ain't been killing 'em in a minute
 Gorilla with ceiling that be infinite
 I'm literally intimately in love with rap
 If I don't fit, then go get glove and check
 Hm, I lumberjack, when I chop down trees and all the mumble rap
 Lockdown d, all of my coverage stacked
 I am above the cap, my Thundercat feast on vermin
 The Beez be 'v' determined, tell ya g's gotta cease the burden
 I don't want nothing wit that heed my verses
 On point, okay see, CP3 in person
 Live from Beirut
 The poster child, the damn clone of babe ruth
 The God they pray too, facade what they do
 For mine I stay true, my commas raise too
 The nigga with the deep voice, kinda straight to the point
 My video game moves'll groove with the joystick
 I pity the fool who think they got a hold on me
 Yeah this game's got uh, got a hold on me
 Never change, no way, nah, hold on me
 Imma stay centerstage, till that gold's on me
 I might go super saiyan, can't hold me
 Get it straight yeah this game's got a hold on me
 Not a change imma make to get a, hold on me
 Renegade 'till that gold's on me
 Centerstage any day they gone call on me
 Look at my thesis bitch, bitch
 

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03:17
Tempo
121 BPM

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