Kendrick Lamar - Hol' Up Lyrics

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can f*ck her in front of all these passengers
They'll probably think I'm a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I'm asking her
Thoughts of a young n*gga, fast money and freedom
A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dying to meet 'em
I'll probably die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty b*tches, twenty million and a Comp-town fitted

[Chorus]
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big sh*t popping, Section 80

Back in this b*tch in the back of that b*tch
With my back against the wall, and your b*tch on the edge of my dick
Jump off, I call a b*tch a b*tch
A hoe a hoe, a woman a woman, I never did nothing
But break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddling
With the speed of a lightning bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced
I lived my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told I'm like '87
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands
From a distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn
Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one, not even myself
A Gemini screaming for help, somebody

[Chorus]
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big sh*t popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this n*gga, losing ain't an option
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big sh*t popping
Ay, ay, kick her out the studio Ali

Twenty-four seven n*gga, working his ass for it, she popping that ass for it
The King of Diamonds with diamonds I never do ask for
They checking my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs
She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff him
They want me fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you n*ggas is past poor? You'll never hop in my lane
When you pushing a RAV4, you wrecking my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

[Chorus]
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big sh*t popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this n*gga, losing ain't an option
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big sh*t popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this n*gga

I wrote this record while thirty-thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can f*ck her in front of all these passengers
They'll probably think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor, hol' up!

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