[Verse 1]
I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air
Not on a plane
The bud just always take me there
Stay in my lane
I’m speeding
It don’t matter where
I’m out here, without a care
Just tryna make my momma proud
Can’t take L’s
Unless it stand for loud
Screaming, yelling, “Burn me!”
Success is a journey
Not a destination
Not in love with the money
It’s just infatuation
Bury me with bud and a mic
Forever be my medication!
[Chorus 1]
Roll up
Roll up
Hol’ up
Roll up
I’m just a man tryna make it from the middle up
In a world where the cops is on the hunt
Who really give a fu-
Roll up
Hol’ up
Roll up
Hol’ up
Yeah, them big things poppin’ in the hood
When it bang, it’s understood
Man them black boys is up to no good
[Verse 2]
Now when I get it
I promise to never spill it
But I can’t see the future
Only catch
Say don’t count your eggs before they hatch
Don’t make promises you can’t keep
And our dreams beyond reach
Well I say, “you sow, what you expect to reap”
Want greatness, surround yourself in it
I don’t mean them fancy clothes
I’m talkin’ folks with that winner spirit
If it’s a loss
They ain’t tryna hear it
Right back at it like their twitter name
“Go get it!”
[Chorus 2]
Roll up
Hol’ Up
Roll up
Hol’ up
I’m just a man tryna make it from the middle up
In a world where the cops is on the hunt
Who really give a uf-
Roll up
Roll up
Hol’ Up
Roll up
Yeah, them big things poppin’ in the hood
When it bang, it’s understood
Man them Philly boys is up to no good
[Verse 3]
What you expect
When we’re given the last of the worst
Tell me my brown skin, brown eyes and black ass is a curse?
Nah, I disagree
Cuz Ima try to change the world
‘Til the day they lay me in a hearse
I’m yelling
“Hol’ up, hol’ up
Run that, run that!”
Ignorant whites think I wanna run up in their crib
Steal their cash
And shoot ‘em up like I’m in the mob
Nah bitch
I’m coming for your muhfucking job
[Chorus 3]
Hol’ up
Roll up
Hol’ up
Roll up
I’m just a man tryna make it from the middle up
In a world where the cops is on the hunt
Tell me who give a fu-
Hol’ up
Roll up
Hol’ up
Roll up
Yeah, them big things poppin’ in the hood
When it bang, it’s understood
Man them black boys is up to no good