Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man   I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'   It ain't loud enough, man   Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em   Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man      Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children   Sing, I like it when the children sing   I like it when you sing   That lets you know somethin's comin'   Oh, it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin'   I like this sound of this somethin's comin'      You can picture like a photograph, envision the image   Of 125th street and Lenox   The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants   Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach      For four twenty five, niggaz lives get diminished   The world serious, I'm tryin' to win a pennant   Cops be on patrol through the block every minute   Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm a menace      They disturb me but it's love like tennis   Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage   Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness   Damn, it's a scam but I handle my business      Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness   Do my tennis with the walk sign for my physical fitness   16's sicker than all signed flows, it's ridiculous, hold up      Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up      Easy now, I'm seein' 'em, mind where you patrol   Fall back, young'un, play your lane like a goal   When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity   Bluetooth, nigga but I don't have any cavities      Diddy got it wrapped like cocoon   Pop shit like needles through [Incomprehensible] balloons   I urge you to tell a friend, warn a brother   About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers      Thugs actin' funny cause 'chicks call me Honey   See a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money   Eons beyond bling bling   So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's      Make a name, let it bang, so beautiful   The theme music for crews that move pharmaceuticals   Or suitable for a recruitable whore   To service the whole crew when we out on tour      Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up      It's like the music will literally stop time   Hold up, hold up, hold up   We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swole up   Get inflicted by my verbal conviction   A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston      You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'   You need to slow down, hold up like kickstand   Hop to it, get on your grind music   Across 110th, sharp Caesar with a lime music      Fine tuned with the proper soul seasonin'   Your live shows are borin', you're just not pleasin' 'em   Stop teasin' 'em, you can't rock Palladium   We bring New York back like that Westside stadium      Fuck the game and if the fame went away   Still be the hardest workin' man in entertainment today   Learn a lesson and that's no questionin' that   No guesswork involved, so stop stressin' the facts, hold up      Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up   Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up