[Intro: Quadeca] Hold up, wait, I got the clout and that's no debate Hold up, wait, shooting my shots, like it's Golden State Hold up, hold up, I hit it out of the park, you just stole the base So much, so much praise, see me in public, like hold up, wait
[Chorus 1: Quadeca] Yeah, I've been in a whole new place, feeling like there's more at stake (More at stake) My whip say 'QUADECA' on it, and they look at me weird like, "I know that face" ("I know that guy") I've been in a whole new place, praying I don't fall from grace, damn, damn ([?]) I wish there wasn't so much change, see me like, hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
[Verse 1: Quadeca] 16, I got big dreams See me making phone calls, I've got big brings All these bitches want a real rapper who got deals cracking And their meals packaged, I'm the next best thing So every night I've been working late I have trouble separating work and play Like Trump separating church and state Rappers breathing heavy like the third debate I can hear it in the mic I'm the spirit and the lyrics that you write Like an insecure freezer, all your spirit's the appearance of your ice I got drive and just steered into hype Hold up, wait, that hypocritical for me- fully I just spent a thousand on Supreme hoodies So fuck this elitist shit I'm even worse than these rappers but look up to me, really
[Pre-Chorus: Quadeca] Yeah, hold up, wait, I got the clout and thats no debate Hold up, wait, shooting my shots like it's Golden State Hold up, hold up, I hit it out of the park, you just stole the base So much, so much praise, see me in public, like hold up, wait
[Chorus 2: Quadeca] Yeah, I've been in a whole new place, feeling like there's more at stake (More at stake) My whip say 'QUADECA' on it, and they look at me weird like, "I know that face" ("I know that guy") I've been in a whole new place, everyday I been bowling A's, damn, damn I wish there wasn't so much change, see me like, hold up, hold up, hold up Wait
[Verse 2: Quentin Miller & Quadeca] Wait! (Wait!) Damn, I invented the flow Damn, I walked in with your hoe ([?]) I ain't even want that lil' bitch Everytime I'm in the booth I'ma walk out with a hit (Yeah) Yeah, you know me well Apple Watch, Nike band Hermès jacket, Nike pants (Nike pants, yeah) Icy flow, about to blow on accident (Uh, hold up)
[Verse 3: Quadeca] Hold up, I paid a K for that verse And it got like 18 words in it That's like 50 dollars per word I guess they're gonna make me work for it Yeah, they don't take me serious They're gonna have to take my word for it Trying to shut me down, not my fault, they got a name and they keep searching it Bitch, I'm coming for that top spot Let me tell you, you ain't deserving it All you better and I am the answer, if my name's on your page, please circle it And I ain't Tay-K I don't gotta go to Chick-fil-A Just to murder shit Producers gotta stop sending me beats, 'cause I'm pressing play and then I'm burning it If I want my plays, boy, I'm earning 'em Quadeca's great, I've never heard of him That's what they say, then I turn the music on I turn it up and now it's turning them Into fans, tell me how I win again Bitter man, all of y'all belong in the stands I ain't one of these motherfuckers trying to make money and cash And flex it up on my Instagram Really, man, is that who I really am? I don't wanna handshake with your filthy hands. hundred bands, but I'd be happy with just 50 bands, 50 bands but I'd just be happy with 50 fans. Imma get all this shit cos I really can but i ain't the type to show up late. But when I hear a whack-ass verse I just look up my screen like hold up, hold up waitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
