STS - Hold on Here It Go lyrics
[Intro] Alright now Be my one two Uh and it go [Hook] All rough and rugged when you dressing for ma** And my attitude is f** it cause motherf**ers love it f** It! Cause motherf**ers love it x2 I got a - chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nuggets in Vegas And f** being famous I came to get the buzz I came to get the buzz I came to get the buzz Hold on, here it go x8 [Verse 1] Never had a lot and still we made it work man Now we on the road like dollar cabs and church vans Write about experiences from the first-hand To judge a book by appearance might be the worst plan My mama raised me well therefore I'm a blessed man My mama told me give them hell Don't be a yes man Yes ma'am - that I do I got 'em shook like big-foots and Rougarous I get them outie like goodbyes and tootaloos I'm from Atlanta like chick-fil-a's and hootie-hoos Hell, I was brought up on booty shake and soul food And I was taught to let ba** quake in old schools My grandma got a rib shack on Auburn Ave If you ever in Atlanta you should grip a slab I spent my summers doing dishes and my uncle asked: "You working hard or you working smart" then he would laugh Cause he knew that lunch brunch was busting my a** Said it's more important do it right than do it fast Take six months to build a Rolls Royce Thirteen hours to build a Toyota Do the math I did the dishes already, but y'all can get a gla** And toast to the moment and hope this time will last But there's a threat that - that there'll be set backs I'm trying to make it in America, respect that That I too sing America Langston Hughes that I'm from the South where the bible belts and blues at Out in Atlantic City where the house of blues at If life is a gamble this where you lose at Hold on to these words n***a don't lose that You feel that fire in your gut - you got to use that Don't just be sitting on your bu*t - you got to move that They said I'm the one, I got to prove that (And it go) [Hook] All rough and rugged when you dressing for ma** And my attitude is f** it cause motherf**ers love it f** It! Cause motherf**ers love it x2 I got a - chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nuggets in Vegas And f** being famous I came to get the buzz I came to get the buzz I came to get the buzz Hold on, here it go x8 [Verse 2] Who's the greatest Ain't no greatest Ain't no Gods here Ain't no Poseidon or Zeus or Hades - we all clear Roll with the Titans be enlightened We ain't fighting fair When in Rome, do as the Romans do (ah yeah) If this go over your head you ain't on my level right And if I go to deep you got your shovel right I write with a pa**ion it's like my call to action At an open mic I'm like Jesse Jackson Spit like Brother Malcolm ballot or the bullet speech Tough as Martin Luther King that have a dream And address it from the Lincoln Memorial The revolution won't be televised because the ratings would be horrible Hmm - I'm like Gil Scott Heron wearing the latest fashion At a stage in my life where trendy ain't in fashion It so happens that cla**ics never get old Trends fade but cla**es never get told Hit the road jack Twenty years or so they mosey back Just like Kwame's polka dots You notice that But I want to be remembered just like every December When you hear them same Christmas carols Uh, Valentine - St. Cupid arrows Hit you in the heart and you start to reminisce like uh C.L. Smooth on Pete Rock sh** This that 54-11 Reebok sh** for the ladies Suede Pumas on my feet made it feel like the 80's Back when [?] and a baby Hit the project lobby And the bridge - the b-b-bridge [?] them [?] I was only a pup I did not give a f** I never knew I would touch Somebody saw when I clutched a microphone Thanks for holding on Had this chip on my shoulder I'd been holding so long Like the Farnese sculpture of Atlas over in Rome [Outro] Hold on, here it go x8 {scatting}