Sounwave - RHol' Up lyrics

[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 a** 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 b**h I'm coming for your muhf**ing 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