Hitman Holla – StageFright Lyrics

StageFright – Hitman Holla Lyrics

Same flow, same style, same beat, same browns.
Didn’t make [n-word] say wow. I ain’t going to change.
Same jealous ass raps telling me how I ain’t that n*gga.
Target on your back. I’m in a gun. This [n-word] illegal.
Won’t bully none. Had my granny used to dress me for church.
I’m still fully button trying to see what could he really say.
Freezing cold to good father to me. Check his DNA.
You said I got a few L’s. I don’t mind boss.
The few L’s don’t equal up to your shine.
Losing time, [n-word] Mine cost. He exed out when them lines cross contract signed off.
I’m a league on the mills. What kind of hate you on?
Why would I beg to be on cars when I can make my own?
You beat battles when your song get played.
You look mama cuz we know you don’t belong on stage.
year head start. Somebody remind them.
Was a decade before now. Decade behind me.

Don’t brag about your deal. I’m sure Wayne could find me.
But my money ain’t young so ain’t no reason to sign. Feel me.
Can’t [n-word] with me at all. It’s your pride or something.
Terrified to get on stage. [n-word] you hide from.
Said I was watching like you was colder.
No, I was watching cuz you was older.
You stepping so just yelling [n-word] out. You a whole footy.
Had the nerve to say I’m bragging on old view.
Well, let me help him remember me and Moo at mill
and that was last September and he said don’t got to rap this [n-word].
Honestly, I don’t care, bro. That’s his business.
I hate explaining a [n-word] [n-word] but I ain’t stop cuz it’s kind of hard turning down six figures.
How you mad at all the bloggers? Well, I feel black and got to give you the belt [n-word] cuz I will.
I’m hit man you know I kill. Look at my crib that inside look like I kill.
One warning, you don’t get another.
Black gloves, your doctor going to have a different color.
Saying all you want, just keep it rap.
Cuz if you say it outside the booth, you getting slap.
Bringing up bags and bodies. A bunch of killers.
I’m saying I just spoke to gorilla. Cop dollar KD Ranger.
If I call Pavia boys danger, you ain’t never gave a [n-word] a look.
Name one [n-word] you help, one [n-word] you book.
All that cap ass [n-word] you be on, stop here.
I didn’t gave a thousand plus to bozo.
This [n-word] is tripping and you can add another by including the women.
What a coach vulture JB. All he did was took out he never gave in. I’m tired of it.
Big stage battle rap. I made a job of it.
The money they offer you make it a king of the dot offer and then you cry
some mills is really alarming.
your ego and being the worst in it.
You a category five. Somebody inform them.
We don’t f them outside. It don’t even be stormy.
Who got the culture popping with this? You or me?
Well, letter to the culture dropped in .
Then ego and charity work. I don’t play.
I dropped all this for you got hot off DNA. You fell off already.
So I know you defeated cuz when you posted on Twitter , not one punch.
Your whole verse a lullaby. minutes is up. Ask Uncle R.
We are not the same. How dare you bring up a ?
I don’t need gloves. I like getting my hands dirty.
You’re big. Am I trouble or what?
Somebody tell them I can get them so close next time he won’t have to yell it.
You starting to stink up their place and we can smell it.
They pay me so much to battle they can’t sell it.
Old boy dick eating again. Go ahead and tell us.
You can’t convince me. Murder ain’t right.
Spell my name with a G and not a J. Right.
Shoot a ball or a Glock still a J. Right.
It’ll be better if I told you to your face, right?
But you got stage Frank.