Holiday
Styles P & Max B Lyrics

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Yeah
L-o-x nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers

You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof

You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
'Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat

I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth

Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
And missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the wrist

And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga

If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all

If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

Uh huh, holiday
I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
Holiday
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
Holiday
I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
Holiday
'Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L

Yo
I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash

I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash

Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard

But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the plans

I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut

I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke

Uh huh, holiday
I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
Holiday
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
Holiday
I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
Holiday
'Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L

Uh huh, holiday
I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
Holiday
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
Holiday
I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells

Holiday
'Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L

Overall Meaning

The song "Holiday" by Styles P and Max B features themes of violence, drugs, and criminal activity, reflecting their experiences growing up on the streets. The lyrics are graphic, describing violence, drug use, and a willingness to commit crimes to make money. The song is full of aggressive language, with the rappers boasting about their ability to commit violent acts, and suggesting that they are willing to go to extreme lengths to protect their own interests. They also claim to be better and more successful than other rappers, suggesting that they are the real deal when it comes to representing the streets.

The first verse features Styles P rapping about his own violent tendencies, boasting about his ability to kill and harm others. He also suggests that he enjoys the idea of going to funerals, implying that he feels empowered by violence and death. He talks about his drug use and criminal activities, suggesting that he is willing to do whatever it takes to make money. Meanwhile, the chorus features the rappers repeating the phrase "Holiday," suggesting that they are taking a break from their lives of crime to enjoy themselves.

The second verse features Max B rapping about his own involvement in criminal activities, including drug dealing and violence. He suggests that he is willing to take extreme risks to make money, even if it means getting caught or going to jail. He also references his past experiences with violence, suggesting that he has seen and done things that others would find shocking. Overall, the song "Holiday" is a hard-hitting reflection of life on the streets, showcasing the brutal realities faced by many people growing up in inner cities.

Line by Line Meaning

You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
Listen to me, what I say is real

I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
I will take extreme measures to get what I want and punish those who cross me

You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
You may think this is just a song, but it's more than that

'Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat
I have no problem resorting to violence and taking lives

I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours
I enjoy causing harm to others and will not hesitate to kill

Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Even those who are religious are not immune to violence

Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
I live outside the law and do what I want

Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
I can either be flashy or blend in, but I always stay true to who I am

Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
I will go to any length to make money

And missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
I may not have all my teeth, but I am always armed with a gun

You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
I am known for starting problems and causing chaos

When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the wrist
When I shoot, I do not miss or hesitate

If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I will always find a way to be violent and dangerous, even without a firearm

It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
There is no use in praying for mercy, I will not spare you

I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
My associates are dangerous and may harm your loved ones

I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit a bomb
I am willing to risk my life for my friends and associates

Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
I am loyal until the end, even if it means sacrificing myself

It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
I will do whatever it takes to get the money I need, even if it is illegal

You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
I always have a gun and am not afraid to use it

Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
I will do whatever it takes to survive and avoid getting caught by the law

But jail ain't part of the plans
I do not plan on getting caught by the law and going to prison

I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
I do not associate with those who are untrustworthy or fake

But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
I am involved in life-and-death situations and cannot afford to make errors

Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke
I will destroy everything and everyone in my path

I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
I have gone through many struggles in my life and hope to find redemption in the afterlife

And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
I have no qualms about selling drugs and engaging in illegal activities

I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
I am so skilled with weapons that I can load them even with my non-dominant hand

'Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L
I am aware that my actions may not be ethical or moral, which is why I turn to smoking marijuana for comfort

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David Styles, Kasseem Dean

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