The Hunna - Holiday (feat. Hunna) lyrics

[Verse 1: Mitchie Bangs] I'll drop a hundred mixtapes if that what it takes To make these motherf**ers listen and learn from mistakes I'm filling this notebook up with words they've never heard Its so absurd, how everybody's vision is so blurred Cuz we're sitting here like “ain't we cold?” But what are you gonna do with a kid who's listened to Eminem since he was 8 years old Riding in the back of the civic listening to “When I'm Gone” Thinking to myself, one day I'll make a better song But it was six years later when I picked up a pen Writing little schoolyard raps to show my friends, they couldn't comprehend But now I picked it up, bought a mic and lived it up You're f**ing crazy if you think I'd give it up That's why every day I'm writing, and working I swear I'm on the come up, mitchie bangs is the one lurking So every day I rise is another chance to shine Nah, every day I rise is another chance to rhyme [Chorus: Mitchie Bangs] But I get no holiday I'm always on the grind, giving 100%; I swear it happens all the time But where's my holiday? These other rappers are way off, the realest in the game don't complain, we get no day off X2 [Verse 2: Hunna] Working like a slave to the business of making music It's cool when it comes together on beats and tracks That I ruin, I'm a student of the game But I've taught em all how to do it And proven that I might be insane Because there is like no quit in me I'll finish sh** that I start Every track is like a fireplace; I'm providing the spark Every line like a dart, at the end or the start I'll be damned if I'm not the only man With his heart on his sleeve Me and Mitchie mixing many mechanisms Of music, my melodies make muses of many a foolish dame I'm moving frames from the pictures of the greats So the lens gets focused on me, but ain't no free time Only time to heave lines, onto a track and watch the beat die We find no time besides k**ing these lines Ain't no better way And in the game the greats don't take no holidays [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mitchie Bangs] Labels labels, they just some fables cuz they ain't able to make it happen They're unstable, got me feeling like Abel when I'm rapping And now I'm enabled to take some action, turn the tables They've done some things to keep mustangs in the stable I'm just trying to run free, follow my own path I'd like some recognition cuz I'm sick of kissing my own a** If fame only accepted five, I'd be the sixth man I represent the millions of rappers trapped in this quicksand Cuz we still in this, man when did hip hop just become a business It's all about the money fame and trying to get your digits up Feel like I should just drop mixtapes forever when I do this That way no one would ever have to pay for my music Its all about the dollar signs, new clothes are nice But what's the point when it takes your soul like a poltergeist Among these other traits, integrity's a lonely one I'm in it for the music and I feel like I'm the only one [Chorus]