Mitchie Bangs, The Hunna - Holiday lyrics

I’ll drop a hundred mixtapes if
That what it takes
To make these motherfuckers 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 fucking 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

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
These other rappers are way off, the
Realest in the game don’t complain
We get no day off

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 shit 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 killing these lines
Ain't no better way
And in the game the greats
Don’t take no holidays

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
These other rappers are way off, the
Realest in the game don’t complain
We get no day off

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 ass
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 digit's 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 trait's
Integrity’s a lonely one
I’m in it for the music and I
Feel like I’m the only one

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
These other rappers are way off, the
Realest in the game don’t complain
We get no day off