Lyrics Hold Up - Quadeca , Quentin Miller

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

Yeah, I've been in a whole new place
Feeling like there's more at stake
My whips say Quadeca on it
And they look at me weird like I know that face
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

16, I got big dreams
See me making phone calls, I got big rings
All these bitches want a real rapper
Who got deals cracking and they 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
Got no spirit in the lyrics that you write, like an insecure freeze
Oh your spirits the appearance of your ice
I got drive, you're just steering to the hype
Hold up, wait, that's 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, yeah

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

Yeah, I've been in a whole new place
Feeling like there's more at stake
My whips say Quadeca on it
And they look at me weird like I know that face
I've been in a whole new place
Everyday I'm eating bolognese, damn
Damn, I wish there wasn't so much change, see me like
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait

Wait! (Wait!)
Damn, I invented the fuck
Damn, I walked in with your hoe (With your hoe, yeah)
I ain't even want that lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
Everytime I'm in the booth
I'ma walk out with a hit (Hit, yeah)
You know me well
Apple Watch
Nike band
Hermès jacket
Nike pants (Nike pants, yeah, okay)
Icy flow, about to blow like Ice Dam (Uh)

Hold up, I paid a K for that verse
And it got like eighteen words in it
That's like fifty dollars per word
I guess they gon' make me work for it
They don't take me serious
They're gonna have to take my word for it
Trying to shut me down, not my fault
I 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 y'all better know 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 gonna 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 all this money
So cash it 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 just like 50 fans
Imma get all this shit because I really can
And 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 wait

Thank you so much for to playing my game, bye bye