Lyrics
Intro Ay, This a sound check bitch Verse Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone Who gon help the cause, Who? Who dat on the guns, Who? Who don let the dawgs out, Ruff! You gon step to me- nuh uh You gon bend the knee, uh huh I got Willie on the beat, ha ha Guys the shit's on me, our bruh Verse 1 If yore not careful my bitches go make a scene Hoes makin music cuz they desperate to be seen Hall media gets callin, you get to bouncin on their dicks Me though, I'm not really lookin for clicks I'm a one man studio and that really pisses off you pricks "And why's that?" It's cuz I am not the one the industry picks But fuckin over the algorithm, ye that gives me bliss I gotta give Bree her flowers, maybe she tried avoidin the risks I'm unsafe you see a collab with me would go insane But most artists on the platform dodge me, they gotta save face And I gotta wonder what really matters in this space Now i really got it the everybody gonna catch strays Chorus By the end of the day, I’ma call you my sons in this bih (yeah) Playin’ with fate, now you stuck in the drum in this bih (boom) Spin it again, ain’t no runnin’, no runnin’ from this (nah) One wrong move, now you done in this bih (done) Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone hold that- hold that- shit Verse 2 Hold on-hold on pause Y'all slept on this, hold the applause Me and Jay gotta hold it down Paint a Mona in the lodge Me and the pen and all these thoughts "Oh Sound Check who's the next victim Don't worry, Daddy already picked em Corporate fatcats who down with the system I'm not tryin to sound inter-esting Hold up—who really got control? Who really sellin’ they soul? Who really stay independent When the pressure start takin’ a toll? Chorus By the end of the day, I’ma call you my sons in this bih (yeah) Playin’ with fate, now you stuck in the drum in this bih (boom) Spin it again, ain’t no runnin’, no runnin’ from this (nah) One wrong move, now you done in this bih (done) Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone hold that- hold that- shit Outro Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone Hold the phone, hold that- hold that-phone Sent the beat to the cleaners then home Can't believe shit came from the dome Nikkas put it on the cover of vogue Pu down the mic, time to go Hold that- hold that shit