Lyrics

Money don't make itself nor sleep

The preacher said the world would inherit by the meek

But all that I know is that I got to keep it hastily

Tomorrow my bro get a ego and face to me


And that’s why I’m on my grind!

What’s easy for me to you is hard to find

I made my name be in demand

And now it’s one haters can’t stand


They see the way that I look! It sends a power message

Intimidated by the means of my expressage

A deeper hidden meaning, every little part of it

You lost the plot, stopped seeing to the heart of it


You wouldn't get it though 17 steps ahead

You saw the top but then you lost your head

Now you can call me on the phone but don't be surprised

When this girl picks it up and says....


HOLD THE LINE!!!

Cuz I’m on another call!

Yeah I know you enthrall

You ain't talkin shit without your cabal

Your mouth wrote a check your ass can't withdrawal


HOLD THE LINE

Cuz I’m on another call 

And You truly appall

Don’t let it spike your cortisol 

But you're askin for a favor, ain’t getting bugger all


I used to steal bread from a pita shop

Now I'm making madd bread from every youtube drop

I used to rap to nobody on a broken camera

y'be surprised what a million'll do f'yer stamina


i got calls-text,-emails, I'm inundated

don't take it personal... that I made you waited

just what you ain't seen since last we spoke

is how i went from the thrift shop to… bespoke


well dressed and 5th dimensional... I see the moves you're making

You thought you caught me by surprise and my vibe you're taking

But what you coulda never anticipated

Is how I've stimulated, participated, releases slated


never satiated, I'm always wanting more

People bringing business propositions, lining at the door

So when you call me on the phone, man you're out of line

when you talk shit, now you call and get…


HOLD THE LINE!!!

Cuz I'm on another call 

Orchestrating it all

I'm never one for protocol 

So I dance on your ruins, watch your empire fall


HOLD THE LINE!!!

Cuz I’m on another call 

Or maybe smoking doobies in the hall 

Gold suit flashing like a disco ball 

And by the time the song is done you count for nothing at all