Hold On // Prod. By ajononthebeat

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From the land of the Shaolin
I never throw the towel in
Yea I hit them gimmes if these fellas get to foulin
Bitches get to wilin
I’m the one they following
String’em all along
Then I play’em like a violin
I got it on
You ain’t hotter than a mild wing
Why these fellas rushing homie
Imma stay stylin
Every rhyme is vile and
My mind is fucking violent
I’m grinding till I’m shining
For a while my stomach growling

The boy that you love to hate
I'm coming for your dinner plate and I ain't taking any breaks
And Everytime I celebrate I swear that I can smell the hate
Ya calling me a featherweight
I'll levitate you heavyweights
Waiting on my record homie imma go and set it straight
They playing me in every state, no time to let it meditate
Come and watch me demonstrate the way I fucking devastate
I'm rapping in my realest state
Coming for your real estate

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from #FML, released August 13, 2015

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22. NYC. Rapper. Sneakerhead. Gearhead.

But other than that, I live just an everyday life.

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