Hold On Lyrics - Pilot Talk Ii - Curren$y

Hey yo, oh 

A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch 

I've been a man and I am still stainless 

Haters called vapor, inhaling the anguish 

Kill these bees human fashion painless 

Cellphone my bitch to auctions cat paintings 

Gotta have a more than cain load me to debatings 

Just x nares fifth crack lacerations 

Dope cuts motherfucker catch up, the girls eyes wondering she wan' know if that's us 

Heard about that spitter's stroke and she won't be next up 

Only man talking about boy when I catch up 

Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all messed up 

Let's go rest up, I be in the cut 

Got a can of ozium in the truck 

Fresh cut, word the Gucci man photo shoot 

Spinning in your city homie, sending hoes through 

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Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on 

Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on 

Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home 

One night in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah 

Started in this mighty young 

Well I stay for my child when that nigga Scott lazy 

And look how I've changed them hood hoes to ladies 

And look how I've turned them Hoopties to Mercedes 

And I mean that (?) was kinda crazy 

But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me 

Now they're telling all of those DJ's to play me 

Mama sent me down and told me all about the hazey 

My favorite color was green like money's just a baby 

The niggers turn flaky, visions turn shady 

But no more great days, I wake up out amazing 

Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady 

And as on everything that dirty first raised me 

And as on everything that I did is in all flavors 

Practice make perfect, perfect make paper 

Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting 

So it's fuck you pay me, I've been ranned out of favors 

Photos 

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on 

Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on 

Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home 

One night in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah 

Started in this mighty young 

I always plan my position, posted like a sinner 

Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker 

Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor, 

Surrounded by these bitches I'm far from fictitious 

Niggas claim they G but they start to look suspicious 

Getting on the planes every time I get conventional 

I'm paying no attention, I keep on twisting up 

This purpose's so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers 

Just said we're here, hitting the game from all angles 

You got it in the choke call is more like a sprinkle 

You say I'm one of the best and I ain't ever dropped a single 

My flow won point, you can tell from the lingo 

Christmas act of trees, I'm smoking Kris Kringle 

Blue cheese, sour deez and the kush taste mingle 

Trade keep it real, I am nowhere near lame-o 

The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lanes ho 

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on 

Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on 

Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home 

One night in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah 

Started in this mighty young.