Hold Up

[Intro: L-FRESH The Lion & Remi Kolawole]
Yo, L, what's goin' on, man?
Man, you just killed your set, man, that was so mean
Ah, thank you, brother, man
Oi, man, you won't believe what just happened, man
You remember how we talkin' about
Man, some of the things people say at these shows?
Just some ignorant shit happened again
No, word, I bet I will, but please enlighten me, L, please
Man, it was like

[Verse 1: L-FRESH The LION]
“Yo, L, can we touch your beard?”
Aww, hell nah, man, don’t get near
Cigarette-stained hands and a breath full of beer
You’d be lucky to get a handshake around here
I be windscreen wiping people after a show
Tryna have some conversations with some fans, you know
Last thing I need is people touching my face
When the show’s ended
And when I say no, they get all offended
Yo, what’s with that? I can’t understand it
There’s asking respectfully, and there’s those who demand it
You don’t own me, you never will
Put your ignorance on ice, man, you better chill
I ain’t here to be laughed at, I ain’t here to be degraded
My personal space isn’t an issue up for debating
My beard ain’t a hipster trend, but when I’m done explaining
This chick comes by and asks, "That’s a nice beard, can I braid it?"

[Chorus: Remi Kolawole & L-FRESH The Lion]
Hold up (Hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (And so I tell 'em)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (Hold up)
Hold up (So won't you tell 'em?)
Hold up (Hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (Hold up)
Hold up (And so we say)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (Hold up)

[Verse 2: Remi Kolawole & L-FRESH The Lion]
Let me tell ya like this
The show’s done, I’m chillin', smoking reefer (Yeah)
White girl named Tani come up, kissin' my cheek (Cool, cool)
Saying she really likes the way that I freak the (Freak the what?)
Freak the mic with many styles, now she want me to smile
In one of her Fuji Polaroid pictures (Right)
It’s all going so well (Yeah), about to bid her farewell
When she grabs one of her friends, Alicia
Saying, "Oh my God, he looks so much like Wiz Khalifa" (No!)
What? Girl, tell me you’re on drugs
Tell me your vision’s impaired or you were dropped on
The side of your head as an infant by your drunk mum
(Alright, tell 'em)
I know you think we all look alike, but that’s one dumb statement
Now she’s saying my flat-top looks amazing (Oh, no way)
Want to play with it like gorilla in cages (Damn)
I said, "Well, I want a Ferrari but that’s not gonna take place" (Yeah)
"During our lifetime, ladies"
Neither is you touching my noggin like tradies (Nuh-uh)
It’s degrading and mildly racist (That's right)
But I know you have no idea so I politely say to ya (Tell 'em)
"Your behaviour’s not okay, just hold up"

[Chorus: Remi Kolawole & L-FRESH The Lion]
Hold up (Hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (And so I tell 'em)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (Hold up)
Hold up (So won't you tell 'em?)
Hold up (Hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (Hold up)
Hold up (And so we say)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (I hold up)
Hold up (Hold up)

[Verse 3: L-FRESH The LION]
Man, the shit people be saying at gigs
Yo, that’s some of the stupidest shit
After a few drinks, some’ll get to ignorant quick
And I gotta laugh 'cause, if not it’d screw with my head
Now the show’s wrapped up, I pick my backpack up
Thinking to myself, there’s no more cats around to act up
But as I’m leaving with the band, considering we’re all finished
I hear, "Hey, that’s a nice bag, I hope there’s no bombs in it!"