song by Goodbye Tomorrow
The Way lyrics

Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up

I've been rappin' too much, nigga my head hurt
Fixin' everybody problems, only make my own worse
It's out the phone book, call it another chapter
You lookin' backwards and I'm just moving past the
I got demons this weed is helpin me exit out
Just tryna taste a little somethin before I exit out
I need an open door I'm lookin for an exit route
Really I just want to make my mamma extra proud
Count your blessings before you got to sleep
We from the murder capital shout out to Chief Keef
We throw fuckin' with ya other niggas weak
Man I do this shit like seven days a week nigga, ah
Lookin' that promoters all crazy like, why don't you pay me?
I heard to make it you gotta sell your soul to Hades
Yeah I sold it, then I stole it back nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga, yeah

Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don't want me to stay
Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way
Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don't want me to stay
Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way
Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don't want me to stay
Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don't want me to stay
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way

I'm lost for words and this presence
Cuz I fell at a lost when my ex wasn't present
Do I regret it? Maybe so, shit be on this trip, while I'm swallowing this whole
Twatter and bout this hoers, man they swatter here by the low
Even thou I'm in this exit I fel quit alone
Yeah I'm fadin' yeah, man I'm fuckin' gone
I bottled up my problems in this bottle of Patron
God forgive 'em I never beg for permission
Lately I've been doin' shit without trikin' I'm trippin'
But how you feel if nobody would listen
And your idle stood dope, I know why you sleepin'
Food and liquor, I'm with my niggas, the room is spinnin'
They say you drownin' in your problems, I'm in an ocean swimin'
I'm in the new position, I'm not a post to sinnin'
I'm out here with the killers like your doors will shot you in us
Yeah and you can shut your mouth too
I see you stuntin' nigga, I don't give a fuck about you
Yeah, man y'all with your shit
Y'all just dreamin' by design, we try the style on our shit
You can see the fire in my eyes
I never let no hoes contribute to my demands
I never let some fuck shit to just put me on my mind
I just put my middle fingers to the sky, put em higher

Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don't want me to stay
Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way
Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don't want me to stay
Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way
Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don't want me to stay
Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don't want me to stay
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga
Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way