Hold Up Quadeca (Ft. Quentin Miller)

[Part I]

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Hold up, wait
I got the clout and that's no debate (No debate)
Hold up, wait
Shootin' my shots, like it's Golden State (Swish)
Hold up, hold up
I hit it out of the park, you just stole the base (Ayy)
So much- so much praise
See me in public, like, hold up, wait

[Post-Chorus 1: Quadeca]
Yeah, I've been in a whole new place
Feeling like there's more at stake (More at stake)
My whip say 'QUADECA' on it
And they look at me weird like, "I know that face" ("I know that guy")
I've been in a whole new place
Prayin' I don't fall from grace, damn, damn (Yeah)
I wish there wasn't so much change
See me like, hold up, hold up, hold up, wait

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
Sixteen, I got big dreams
See me makin' phone calls, I've got big brings (Brrr!)
All these bitches want a real rapper who got deals crackin'
And their meals packaged, I'm the next best thing (Best thing!)
So every night, I've been workin' late
I have trouble separating work and play
Like Trump separating church and state
Rappers breathin' heavy, like the third debate
I can hear it in the mics
I'm the spirit in the lyrics that you write
Like an insecure freezer, all your spirit's the appearance of your ice
I got drive, you just steer into the hype
Hold up, wait, that hypocritical for me, fully
I just spent a thousand on Supreme hoodies
So fuck this elitist shit
I'm even worse than these rappers, but look up to me, really
Yeah