Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Some, artist - Konata Small. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Hold Some |
| It don’t matter where I started at |
| Just Ask me where my heart is at |
| I’m targeting right where the markets is |
| Coming off the top like a starter cap Dog |
| I know |
| You done heard it all |
| And I know you your mom, Your squad, and ya people’s got bars |
| Everybody is involved |
| The oversaturation of this music’s the resolve |
| We think we doing the most |
| Now everybody wanna toast |
| We ain’t saying nathin, but we celebrating as if we made it but ain’t even |
| close. |
| Nah |
| This gotta be more than some raps, this is more like making hit movies then |
| call in em tracks |
| This like reading the Almanac just to see I’m on the map |
| Yeah |
| That ain’t my aim no more |
| That ain’t the game no more |
| That’s where it got but it’s not what I came here for |
| I’m in the spot I’ve been waiting for |
| Like I just signed a new lease |
| On a vacant floor |
| Man I promise I’m gon show em some |
| Let 'em know some |
| They don’t what it is |
| Till I let em hold some |
| I guess I was problem now I ain’t |
| Huh? |
| Cuz ain’t nobody checking me |
| I was standing in the middle of my circle |
| Now I’m standing alone man it’s deep |
| My boys always said they would love me but |
| Can’t tell you the last I heard from em |
| Thank God I got God in my corner my son and my daughter my wife is a stunner |
| Made a promise to God I was coming |
| Drop an album on em ooh I finally done it |
| Took this chip on my shoulder |
| Gave it to the saviour, put the pen to paper no frontin |
| Dis the first song that I wrote |
| In the studio Alone |
| Talking to God on my own |
| This time there’s no Rhema Soul |
| Been around the world |
| And back again |
| Like I never left like I’m black again |
| I Started 97 |
| Someone call a reverend started rapping turned me into su-em different |
| I’m an animal I got no inhibitions |
| Beat the beat up then I put it in submission |
| Bout my father’s business |
| Just like Diggy Simmons |
| Like the Carleons and all the other siblings yah |
| Got me feeling like a beetle |
| Boy I’m feeling like I’m Nino |
| And everything’s going Carlito |
| I’m sipping this here Pellegrino you know it |
| Al we did it time to show em |
| Show da people what we holding |
| 1997 was Golden |