I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair
If I can f-ck her in front of all of these passengers

They'll prob'ly think I'm a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I'm askin' her
Thoughts of a young ^!$$%, fast money and freedom

A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin' to meet 'em
I'll prob'ly die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty (*##$es, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted


Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)

Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)


Yeah, big %#@! poppin'
Section 80


Back in this (*##$ in the back of that (*##$
Wit' my back against the wall and yo' (*##$ on the edge of my dick
Jump off

I call a (*##$ a (*##$, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothin' but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddlin' with the speed of a lightnin' 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 wit' devils holdin' hands
From the 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 screamin' for help, somebody

Hol' up (Hol' up)

Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)


Yeah, big %#@! poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, ^!$$%, losin' ain't an option


Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)

Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)


Yeah, big %#@! poppin'
(Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali)


24/7 ^!$$%, workin' his $$# for it, she poppin' that $$# for it
The King of Diamonds wit' diamonds I never do ask for
They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with Customs

She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'I'm
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you ^!$$%s is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane

When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard


Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)

Hol' up (Hol' up)

Yeah, big %#@! poppin', everybody watchin'

When you do it like this, ^!$$%, losin' ain't an option

Hol' up (Hol' up)

Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)


Yeah, big %#@! poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, ^!$$%...


I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair

If I can $#&@ her in front of all of these passengers
They'll prob'ly think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor

Hol' up