Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Patrick
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hold up
These **** actin' like they grown ups
Y'all can have the heat, I'm bout cold as Minnesota
Bitch, you know I keep a batch for me to roll up
JP glow'd up
Feeling like I'm Fetty, bitch you know we got it sowed up
Unless i get behind a mic, a **** never froze up
I was planted in the dirt, call me "D" I rose up
Switched the flow up, made a **** throw up
And you can name these **** top, but who you really know of
If I catch you in the street, on me you gettin' no love
He say, he want me on the beat and I don't even know cuz
That boy a leech then he can't hang with me
I'm like Bart and I got Homer trynna strangle me
I gotta watch for any **** trynna angle me
I ain't a game so why these **** trynna play with me
I gotta watch for any hoe that try to lay with me
She ain't for real, she want the bills, she trynna play the 3
So let me snap, I'm trynna give the jit a heart attack
100 acres is major, i'm trynna profit that
So watch this **** deliver, I'm aimin' straight at ya liver
Its like I'm sippin' on liquor
"J" this is ya conscious, trynna make ya remember
All them cold, rainy days in December
Back when you ain't even have an agenda
Took talent, hustle, patience, and heart
And tossed em' all in a blender
Gave me the soul of a winner
I can't elaborate
And you can keep the fake love, I'll take the fiction hate
While all you **** in love, I'm takin' dinner plate
JP, I'm far from a thug but I resent the jakes
I'm like a fish in the pond, that never takes the bait
And shorty textin' my phone, she comin' over late
Even though we hangin' alone, I ain't the type to date
So don't be calling my phone, saying the cycle late
JP, I stay all alone, I like to hibernate
Written by: Julian Patrick