Artist: Kendrick Lamar Album: #Section80 Song: Hol' Up Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Kendrick Lamar] I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all these passengers they'll probably think I'm a terrorist Eat my asparagus, then I'm asking her Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dying to meet 'em I'll probably die in a minute Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million and a Comp-town fitted [Chorus] Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Yeah, big shit popping, Section 80 [Kendrick Lamar] Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch with my back against the wall, and your bitch on the edge of my dick Jump off, I call a bitch a bitch A hoe a hoe, a woman a woman, I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddling with the speed of a lightning bolt As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced I lived my twenties at two years old, the wiser man Truth be told I'm like '87 Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands From a 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 screaming for help, somebody [Chorus] Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching When you do it like this nigga, losing ain't an option Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Yeah, big shit popping Ay, ay, kick her out the studio Ali [Kendrick Lamar] Twenty-four seven nigga, working his ass for it, she popping that ass for it The King of Diamonds with diamonds I never do ask for They checking my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff him They want me fast-forward the game, and why you complain when you niggas is past poor? You'll never hop in my lane When you pushing a RAV4, you wrecking my Jaguar You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard [Chorus] Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching When you do it like this nigga, losing ain't an option Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching When you do it like this nigga [Kendrick Lamar] I wrote this record while thirty-thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all these passengers they'll probably think I'm Osama The plane emergency landed, it was an honor, hol' up!