Hol' Up Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll probably think I'm a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I'm asking her thoughts of a young ****
Fast money and freedom, a crash dummy for dollars
I know you dying to meet 'em, I'll probably die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million and a Comptown fitted
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping
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Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch with my back against the wall
And your bitch on the edge of my dick, jump off
I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, 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 lighting bolt
As a kid, I killed two adults, I'm too advanced
I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven
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 hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this, ****, losing ain't an option
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping
Aye, aye, kick her out the studio, Ali
24/7, **** 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
You call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'em
They want me to fast forward the game
And why you complain when you **** 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
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this, ****, losing ain't an option
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this, ****
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll probably think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor, hol' up