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[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Hold tight, this is the last time you hear me
I’m out now, this is the last time to cheer me
Niggas in the game is getting too slimy
Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy
I’mma leave it in the hands of the Slum now
Take it away from where it comes from now
A lot of you cats in the music business
Shiftless, I’ll put you on the shit list
Did your intuition say to shit on me?
I’mma just flip your ears, yo you hear me b?
D’Angelo play your piano
Jay Dee flip another beat for me
Hold tight with Baatin and my nigga T3
Busta Bus, watch out for who you trust
Ali Shaheed, it’s your blood that I bleed
Yes, Phife, for you I will give my life
It’s The Ummah shit fo real till there’s no more light
All you foul motherfuckers change your wrong to right
Make sure y’all bring your music to the area flight
Hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

[Verse 2: Dilla]
Hold tight get ya ass back what ya did, yo
Hold tight the SV what ya did, yo
Hold tight you don’t pay attention man
That’s why your money is the size of your attention span
Yo there’s something I gotta mention, damn
Who the fuck is this sitting in my session man?
This is my project, ho, on some MC Shan
Not yours, what’s your intentions man
Probably bootlegging my tape at a concession stand
What the fuck, niggas never learn their lesson, man
I try my best not to hold the Smith & Wesson, man
But I gotta hold something cause niggas test you man
Anyway yo keep it moving keep the questions and
Maybe I can bless you with the test presses man
Until then, hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

[Verse 3: T3]
Guess who’s making this cheese this cash this dust
So much cash in my hand that I got paper cuts
I’m trying to become a winner trying to get with us
That’s one of the reasons I had to fuck you up
I caught you people at my window trying see what I’m doing
So I pulled out the 45 and commenced to start shooting (see ya)
See I miss with every dilla cause young were keeping it moving
Now that’s some root news and now watch what you’re doing
So hold tight

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Baatin]
You don’t understand
I’ve been doing this shit since Duran Duran
Now I’mma make some more paper cash, god damn
I’m outta this, cause you don’t appreciate
I step up in the place trying to cultivate
You sipping on your tanqueray whilst we levitate
You ain’t got no reason to celebrate
You caught up in my trap, sealing your fate
Never was it once you co-operate
Was last you just self destruct inside your hate
I hope you’re feeling better now
Hold tight to my rhyme, nigga don’t cry
Its alright you can move at your own pace
Altogether now
Hold tight

[Hook]
Hold tight… [repeat]

If you miss me baby text me yay
Roll that weed baby bless me, yay
What you are all the way sexy, yay
Eat that kitty if you ready! Yay

If you miss me baby text me yay (skrrskrr)
Roll that weed up and bless me yay
What you are all the way sexy yay (skrrskrr)
Eat that kitty if you ready (yay)

Long nights alone
Baby, I could have starved
Yeah they left me alone
I remember who they are
Remember when you grabbed my hand
I knew I was a man
When I bought them margellias
I knew you couldn’t stand
To see me with no other one
I ain’t need no other one
Know you are the only one
Yeah you hot like the sun
Baby I got you (skrrskrr)
Cuz you my sweet thang (skrrskrr)
Baby I got you (yay)
Yeah you my everything (yay)

If you miss me baby text me yay
Roll that weed baby bless me, yay
What you are all the way sexy, yay
Eat that kitty if you ready! Yay

If you miss me baby text me yay (skrrskrr)
Roll that weed up and bless me yay
What you are all the way sexy yay (skrrskrr)
Eat that kitty if you ready (yay)

Maybe life ain’t right
Depending who you are (hee)
Recording every night (hee)
A lonely rockstar
Xans hit you hard
Trash inside your car

I don’t wanna go nowhere if its far
I don’t wanna go nowhere if you ain’t there
I just wanna put my fingers in your hair (skrrskrr)

If you miss me baby text me yay
Roll that weed baby bless me, yay
What you are all the way sexy, yay
Eat that kitty if you ready! Yay

If you miss me baby text me yay (skrrskrr)
Roll that weed up and bless me yay
What you are all the way sexy yay (skrrskrr)
Eat that kitty if you ready (yay)

[Chorus]
Ridin’ down the street in my CR-V
Picking up my homies in my CR-V
Kick it with my boo thang in my CR-V
Ridin’ down the street in my Honda SUV
Ridin’ down the street in my CR-V
Picking up my homies in my CR-V
Kick it with my boo thang in my CR-V
Ridin’ down the street in my Honda SUV
[Verse]
I look like a mom in my CR-V
Flexin’ on your friends in my CR-V
Got like 5 seats in my CR-V
For my whole crew in my CR-V
Got my whole gang in my CR-V
Got the groceries in my CR-V
I got no game in my CR-V
I’m so average in my CR-V
[Chorus]
Ridin’ down the street in my CR-V
Picking up my homies in my CR-V
Kick it with my boo thang in my CR-V
Ridin’ down the street in my Honda SUV
Ridin’ down the street in my CR-V
Picking up my homies in my CR-V
Kick it with my boo thang in my CR-V
Ridin’ down the street in my Honda SUV

[Intro]
Helluva made this beat, baby
They scammin’ in my city, it’s a jugg, facts
We don’t bang gangs, we rep hoods, yes
I’m from Joy Road, Lee from Six Mile, Mario from Brightmoor
Beam on every strap, when we up states you see a light show, hol’ up
ACTIVATED drop May 11th, man
That’s three days before my old dude birthday, rest in peace
You know I got you, big baby
Shout-out to BocBoy JB, nigga, this beat hard as fuck
Aye

[Chorus]
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at

[Verse 1]
In the trenches wit’ a 100 of ’em
Hellcat got 200 on it
Niggas want beef, put money on ’em
High school days used to have niggas runnin’ from me
Shoes Italian with German
Pockets on [?], no Sherman
[?]
Street niggas gettin’ chased like surgeons
Everything foreign down to my Balenciagas
My hoe from Europe
Draco wit’ that blue light from Wakanda
Tell them boys that I want yo’ top, better not let them spot you
In the trap house dressed like a whole cop, .45 wit’ the binoculars
[?] street no thermos
Thirty hangin’ out no curfew
In the Maybach, closed curtains
Y’all niggas clowns, no circus
Say my name, they merkin’
She know I’m showin’ up, she fuckin’
If y’all niggas feelin’ like Kermit, chopper ready lil’ nigga start jumpin’

[Chorus]
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Ridin’ in the motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at

[Verse 2]
When I go on stage I’m in Givenchy drip
Come back to the trenches, I take off that pretty shit
Probably in my Dickies fit
Hair trigger, don’t hit my hip
I’m motivation for the ‘Gram, might up a fifty strip
And that Bentley truck so big, I might hit her in the whip
She got up out my bed and left to Philly for a trip
That ain’t the only thing she left, that bitch left hickies on my dick
Free Meek Milly, niggas can’t even pop no wheelies ’round this bitch
If I drove to your city, I got all sticks
I’m a grizzly but I be wit’ all pits
Yo’ bitch ain’t see no money, she got all dick
When she asked me for a bag, I told her, "Naw, bitch!"
And my niggas on the east side all rich
Ain’t sittin’ in no trap, they take them long trips
You a turnaround and come back wit’ that dog shit
No finessin’, we would nail you to the cross quick

[Chorus]
Ridin’ in this motherfuckin’ Hellcat
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
Rest in peace pops, I need my mans back
Math the only subject I ain’t fail at
Shit we smokin’ strong, you could smell that
When it come to gettin’ this money, we can’t fail that
If I catch a opp he gettin’ his head wet
It ain’t gon’ stop there, I want his mans next

[Intro]
Yeah
Be careful, be careful, be careful with me
Yeah, look

[Verse 1]
I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
But we more like Belly; Tommy and Keisha shit
Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
Man, I thought you would’ve learned your lesson
‘Bout liking pictures, not returnin’ texts
I guess it’s fine, man, I get the message
You still stutter after certain questions
You keep in contact with certain exes
Do you, though
Trust me, nigga, it’s cool, though
Said that you was workin’, but you’re out here chasin’ culo
And putas, chillin’ poolside, livin’ two lives
I could’ve did what you did to me to you a few times
But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
Fuck him, suck his dick, you would’ve been pissed
But that’s not my M.O., I’m not that type of bitch
And karma for you is gon’ be who you end up with
Don’t make me sick, nigga

[Chorus]
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what’s mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin’ for
Be careful with me
Do you know what you doin’?
Whose feelings that you’re hurtin’ and bruisin’?
You gon’ gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you’re losin’?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it’s not a threat, it’s a warnin’
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me

[Bridge]
Care for me, care for me
Always said that you’d be there for me, there for me
Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look

[Verse 2]
I was here before all of this
Guess you actin’ out now, you got an audience
Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what’s the coordinates?
You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon’ be misfortunate, nigga
Tell me, this love’s got you this fucked up in the head
You want some random bitch up in your bed?
She don’t even know your middle name
Watch her, ’cause she might steal your chain
You don’t want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
It’s blatant disrespect, you nothin’ like the nigga I met
Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
You even got me trippin’, you got me lookin’ in the mirror different
Thinkin’ I’m flawed because you inconsistent
Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
It’s gon’ hurt me to hate you, but lovin’ you’s worse
It all stops so abrupt, we start switchin’ it up
Teach me to be like you so I can not give a fuck
Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
‘Cause you don’t care about a thing except your mothafuckin’ self
You make me sick, nigga

[Chorus]
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what’s mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin’ for
Be careful with me
Do you know what you doin’?
Whose feelings that you’re hurtin’ and bruisin’?
You gon’ gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you’re losin’?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it’s not a threat, it’s a warnin’
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me