[Intro]

[Speaking: DJ Holiday]

And we on that first-class flight to Montreal, Canada right now

(Holiday Season)

Y'all ready for this shit?

Yeah

Holiday Season *****

[Verse]

Guess who's back in the motherfucking house

The one who's dick you got in your motherfucking mouth

Your mama recognize, papa do too (Too)

The clothing I be wearing only thing I'm new to (To)

What is he gonna do? Do what he do best

Broke boys hit on me? Got a bulletproof vest

Getting to the dollars, barely got time for rest

Been to the East, now we're 'bout to take it to the West

I made, made it to the City of Angels

Lights, camera, flick, better get my angles right, right?

Left my Yankee fitted home

Love it but I dodged it now I need the blue Chrome

Hearts in their eyes when Mat's around

I think they like the way I sound and that my *gasps* round

I come through and I shut it down

Then I chill up in the Hills, luxury compound

This rap thing, maybe you should renounce

Can't comprehend shit by how the words you pronounce

Plus all you do's recite, ghost writer denounce

Got the whole crowd snoring once your name they announce

But anyway, going back to me

I always stay in high demand, up the currency

Top three from my city, most certainly

Y'all be years in with no visible prosperity

Mmm, on my way to being mainstream

Said it then I meant it, live the life I daydream

For you can't say the same 'cause it's not what it seems

The referee said you can't get on no teams

I’m a star, Hollywood Walk of Fame

Send a driver back home, no walk of shame

BH hotel lunching by the pool

Not on my level get up off the stool

Your G-F says I'm her favorite rapper

Oh you ain't heard of Mat? I heard you're a capper

Kissing on the mouth while she makes you dap her (Mwah)

You could never hit that, strictly double tap her

Married to the game, knew I had to lock it

Fuck your last name, knew I had to drop it

So high in the sky can't hear you talking shit

(Holiday Season, fuck!)

And when I fly I be right behind the cockpit

[Outro]

[Speaking: DJ Holiday]

One thing about it, two things for sure

You heard? I be right behind the cockpit

Y'all Montreal, Canada ****** gotta figure it out now

My ***** MAT ain't playing

The streets is ours baby

(We working, you're watching)

DJ Holiday