Hold It Down

Riverdene where I hold it down
West Side yeah I hold it down
O three one I hold it down
O three one I hold it down

Riverdene where I hold it down
West Side yeah I hold it down
O three one I hold it down
O three one I hold it down

Controlling this pen, repenting my sins
I'm feeling the pressure kick in, Granny Lulu resents
Rosary and a lit up candle writing these bars unravel all of my flaws and trouble come from within

I'm Daniel writing my thoughts in a den with lions and frauds
In attend to the highest law but the system will not control
What I say and what I do know, if it's hot and you can't control
Then I guess you bound to get third degree burns with the bars I wrote

Like an owl high in the night, got my eyes open I'm wary
Beware of the dark skin with the might of Ares it's scary
Blood flows like Moses and Aaron holding my hand
In the water showing your drip get affect by what I spat (ah)

Now try to inhale, what I exhale, to save the game
Never gassing myself, that's how they air change
I'm on the edge and I'm on the brink of just jumping off hoping the angels catch me and Nelson Mandela advocates

Riverdene where I hold it down
West Side yeah I hold it down
O three one I hold it down
O three one I hold it down

Riverdene where I hold it down
West Side yeah I hold it down
O three one I hold it down
O three one I hold it down

Who is Gregory Mfeka?
Ninth grade where it started with all em freestyle punchiles sedated
The name Greggie formed by a couple females that knew me
Couple homies can call me that, we ain't that close relation

But enough about my origin stories and all of that
Everybody wanna talk about the best and who wack
Now you get the round table tryna settle it in fact
But what the fans say?

Bitch I spend my hard earned cash
On these motherfucking rappers that ain't "hard earned" that

I heard em bickering and squabbles by the carpers at the back
Then I hear my nigga eight, he telling my on what's the plan
Why don't you grab the microphone and kill them all without a scratch

See these lions and the cheetahs, I'm a better type cat
Black cat, the Black Panther like T'chala got my back
But when shit hit the fan then ain't nobody got your back
So get your back against the wall and fuck em all, go blast nigga

Riverdene where I hold it down
West Side yeah I hold it down
O three one I hold it down
O three one I hold it down

Riverdene where I hold it down
West Side yeah I hold it down
O three one I hold it down
O three one I hold it down