Hold On
Curren$y Lyrics


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Hey yo, oh
A yoh for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch
I've been to Maine and I am still stainless
See this car vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these bees human fashion painless
Cellphone my bitch to auctions cat paintings
Gotta have a more than cain load me to debatings
Just x nares fifth crack lacerations
Dope motherfucker catch up, the girls eyes
Heard about that spiter's stroke and she won't be next up
Only man talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all messed up
Let's go press up, I've been the cut
Got a can of ozzie I'm in the truck
Fresh cut, word the Gucci man photo shoot
Spinning in your city homie and sending whose through

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm done, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young

Well I stay for my child when I'm nigger sky blazing
And look how I've changed I'm whose than ladies
And look hard time don't hook this to Mercedes
And I mean that bull was kinda crazy
But I was too focus on getting bread..
Now they're telling all of those DJ's to play me
Mama sent me down and told me all about the hazey
My miracle I was dream like money's just a baby
The niggers turn freaky, visions turn shady
But no more great days, I wake up out amazing
Purple gaze give me lazy eyes like my grady
And as on everything that dirty first raised me
And as on everything that I did is in all flavors
Practices makes perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting
So it's fuck you baby, I've been ranned out of papers

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One night in front of the house don't mean I'm done, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young

I always plan my position, like a sinner
Money on my mind, the bank account getting bigger
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the niggers,
Surrounded by these bitches I'm far from
And these planes need g when they're starting to look suspicious
Getting on the planes every time I get conventional
I'm paying no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purpose's so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
Just said we're here, hitting the can from all angles
You got it in the choke call is more like a sprinkle
You say I want it the best and I ain't ever dropped a single
My flow won point, you can tell from the
Christmas act of trees, I'm smoking
Try to keep it real, I am nowhere near plane
The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the land hole

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home




One night in front of the house don't mean I'm done, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Curren$y's Hold On are about being successful, but still having difficulties to deal with. The rapper talks about his money, his cars, and his bitches, but also about his struggle with drugs and the fact that he is constantly on the move. He mentions Maine, a state in the northeastern United States, and how he remains untainted despite everything he has seen and experienced. He also talks about wanting to have more than what he already has, and his desire to be recognized as a great rapper. The chorus of the song, "Hold on, let me find something to roll up on" suggests that Curren$y is often smoking marijuana to cope with the pressures of his lifestyle.


Throughout the song, Curren$y makes references to his own life, his upbringing, and his musical career. He mentions DJ's playing his music and gives credit to his mother for teaching him about the power of the mind. He also talks about his loyal fans, who have been with him since he was young, and his appreciation for the little things in life, like smoking weed and being on tour. The bridge of the song seems to reflect on the rapper's past and his journey to become successful. He mentions starting young and being focused on money and success from a very early age.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey yo, oh
The song is starting.


A yoh for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch
Shoutout to my friends and house for my significant other.


I've been to Maine and I am still stainless
I've been places but haven't been tainted morally.


See this car vapor, inhaling the anguish
I'm smoking in my car to cope with my pain.


Kill these bees human fashion painless
I'm living extravagantly without hurting others.


Cellphone my bitch to auctions cat paintings
I'm wealthy enough to phone my significant other to buy expensive art.


Gotta have a more than cain load me to debatings
I need more than just confidence to argue with me.


Just x nares fifth crack lacerations
I've had my share of drug use and its consequences.


Dope motherfucker catch up, the girls eyes
I'm successful and attractive to women.


Heard about that spiter's stroke and she won't be next up
I heard about another artist's misfortune and hope to avoid similar events.


Only man talking about boy when I catch up
I'm so successful that other males only talk about me when they see me.


Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all messed up
I anticipate things to go wrong and that's unfortunate.


Let's go press up, I've been the cut
I'm ready to exercise and I'm in good shape.


Got a can of ozzie I'm in the truck
I have weed in my car.


Fresh cut, word the Gucci man photo shoot
I have a fresh haircut and I look like I belong on a Gucci ad.


Spinning in your city homie and sending whose through
I'm visiting your town and sending greetings to others.


Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
I need to find some marijuana to smoke.


Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
I'm asking my significant other to hold on while I search for marijuana.


Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
Just because my car is parked in the driveway doesn't mean I'm inside.


One night in front of the house don't mean I'm done, yeah, yeah
Just because I'm outside for one night doesn't mean I'm finished with my business.


Started in this mighty young
I began my career as a rapper when I was young.


Well I stay for my child when I'm nigger sky blazing
I prioritize my child when I'm high.


And look how I've changed I'm whose than ladies
I've become a better person and more desirable.


And look hard time don't hook this to Mercedes
I can handle tough times even when I'm driving a luxury car.


And I mean that bull was kinda crazy
I think those events were ridiculous.


But I was too focus on getting bread..
I was too busy making money to care about other things.


Now they're telling all of those DJ's to play me
I'm becoming popular and DJs are being instructed to play my music.


Mama sent me down and told me all about the hazey
My mother warned me about the dangers of marijuana.


My miracle I was dream like money's just a baby
I feel blessed but my financial success is still in its early stages.


The niggers turn freaky, visions turn shady
People's behavior becomes strange and my surroundings become more suspicious.


But no more great days, I wake up out amazing
I no longer experience good days but I wake up inspired.


Purple gaze give me lazy eyes like my grady
Smoking weed with purple tones makes my eyes heavy like my grandpa's.


And as on everything that dirty first raised me
Dirty First, a place where I grew up, shaped who I am today.


And as on everything that I did is in all flavors
Everything I did in my past had unique elements.


Practices makes perfect, perfect make paper
Repeating tasks leads to improvement and improvement makes more money.


Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting
Making money takes time and I'm still in the process of waiting.


So it's fuck you baby, I've been ranned out of papers
I'm frustrated because I ran out of rolling papers.


I always plan my position, like a sinner
I always strategize my decisions, even if it goes against moral standards.


Money on my mind, the bank account getting bigger
I prioritize making money and my bank account is increasing in value.


Blowing out of pounds, cases of the niggers,
I'm smoking a lot of marijuana and hanging out with a lot of people.


Surrounded by these bitches I'm far from
Even though I'm surrounded by women, I feel unattachable.


And these planes need g when they're starting to look suspicious
I use marijuana to cope with situations or people that seem suspicious.


Getting on the planes every time I get conventional
I'm becoming more successful and traveling by plane more often.


I'm paying no attention, I keep on twisting up
I'm ignoring distractions and continuing to roll my marijuana.


This purpose's so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
The marijuana is so sticky that it's getting stuck to my fingers.


Just said we're here, hitting the can from all angles
I just arrived and we're smoking from different directions.


You got it in the choke call is more like a sprinkle
You don't have to take a lot of marijuana to get high.


You say I want it the best and I ain't ever dropped a single
You recognize that I strive for excellence and that I've never had a single failure.


My flow won point, you can tell from the
My rapping style is on point and you can tell from my tracks.


Christmas act of trees, I'm smoking
I'm smoking a lot of marijuana, enough to last until Christmas.


Try to keep it real, I am nowhere near plane
I try to stay authentic, but I'm not at a point of having a private jet.


The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the land hole
My private jet is coming, make sure the runway is ready for landing.




Lyrics © ST MUSIC LLC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: ANNIE NERO, DAWN LANDES, LAUREN BALTHORP, LAUREN BALTHROP

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Saklas296

A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch
I've been a man and I am still stainless
Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats, humane fashion, painless
Cellphone my bids to auctions, cop paintings
Gotta have 'em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons
Jets X Nes Phips, crack lacerations
Dope cuts, motherfucker catch up
The girl eyes wandering she wan' know if that's us
Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan' be next up
Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's so messed up
Let's go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of Ozium in the truck
Fresh cut, word to Gucci, man photo shoot
Spitta in your city homie, send them hoes through

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Start a business, mind ya own

And I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazy
And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes
And I admit, to quit shooting ball was kinda crazy
But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me
Now they telling all of those DJ's to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s
My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby
The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shady
But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And that's on everything that 31st raised me
And that's on everything, got Adidas in all flavors
Practice make perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting
So it's fuck you pay me, I've been ranned out of favors

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Start a business, mind ya own

I'm just playing my position, posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor
Surrounded by these bitches, I'm far from fictitious
Niggas claim they G, but they starting to look suspicious
Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned
I don't pay 'em no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purp is so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in a chokehold, it's more like a strangle
Say I'm one of the best and I ain't never dropped a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas sack of trees, yeah I'm smoking Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour deez and the kush tastes mango
Trade keep it real, I ain't nowhere near lame-o
The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front the house don't mean I'm gone
Start a business, mind ya own



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@Tres_Nueve

These songs get BETTER with time, it's incredible

@zionion

That's true

@albertogutierrez7381

On God bro been slapping this back to back after I ran into this song again

@Reaper7232

had to come back almost 10 years later to watch this again. great song. got the cd somewhere...need to dig it up.

@travyscrosson3110

Listen to this atleast 5x a month

@XLT999

Same that cover was sick

@maxprime6452

Forever classic

@alek8210

Same

@trapptv215

Favts big reason i became a lifer 🤙🏾🛫💯😤

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@kobejames5788

Most underrated rap song ever

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