Trademark Da Skydiver - Hold On lyrics

(with Curren$y & Young Roddy) [Verse 1: Curren$y] A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main b**h I've been a man and I am still stainless Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish k** these beats, humane fashion, painless Cellphone my bids to auctions, cop paintings Gotta have 'em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons Jets X Nes Phips, crack lacerations Dope cuts, motherf**er catch up The girl eyes wandering she wan' know if that's us Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan' be next up Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up sh** bound to get all messed up and that's so messed up Let's go rest up, I be in the cut Got a can of Ozium in the truck Fresh cut, word to Gucci, man photo shoot Spitta in your city homie, send them hoes through [Hook: Curren$y] 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 not in front the house don't mean I'm gone Start a business, mind ya own [Verse 2: Young Roddy] And I stayed on my job when them n***as got lazy And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes And I admit, to quit shootin' ball was kinda crazy But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me Now they telling all of those DJ's to play me Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby The n***as turn flaky, b**hes turn shady But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady And that's on everything that 31st raised me And that's on everything, got Adidas in all flavors Practice make perfect, perfect make paper Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting So it's f** you pay me, I've been ranned out of favors [Hook] [Verse 3: Trademark] I'm just playing my position, posted like a center Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor Surrounded by these b**hes, I'm far from fictitious n***as claim they G, but they startin' to look suspicious Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned I don't pay 'em no attention, I keep on twisting up This purp is so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles Got it in a chokehold, it's more like a strangle Say I'm one of the best and I ain't never dropped a single My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo Christmas sack of trees, yeah I'm smoking Kris Kringle Blue cheese, sour deez and the kush tastes mango Trade keep it real, I ain't nowhere near lame-o The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho [Hook]