Held High

(Head held high, I stand tall)

Head held high
I stand tall
'Cus I made it through the stormy weather and rain
Oh and rain
Head held high
I stand tall
'Cus I made it through the stormy weather and rain
Made it through struggle
Shit was never easy but I got it off the muscle
Came up in the jungle
All I ever knew was hustle
You could never understand all the shit I had to juggle
At the bottom I was stuck and I couldn't move a muscle
All my niggas had to eat so I went and made it double

The shit I been through, I ain't let nobody in on
This foreign brand new, I just spent a couple bands on it
Pulled up on yo block yeah you know we finna slam on it
Weight up on the scale guess I put too many grams on it
Tryna be with gang but you really just a fan homie
Feeling like I'm Curtis 'cus I keep like 50 bands on me
Tryna be rich as me but I really don't think you can homie
See that I'm a saint but I fuck around leave your mans holy
Looking at the man in the mirror
Had no vision for my future now I see the bigger picture
As the days going by, everyday I'm getting richer
You don't even gotta ask 'cus you know that I'm that nigga

Head held high
I stand tall
'Cus I made it through the stormy weather and rain
Made it through struggle
Shit was never easy but I got it off the muscle
Came up in the jungle
All I ever knew was hustle
You could never understand all the shit I had to juggle
At the bottom I was stuck and I couldn't move a muscle
All my niggas had to eat so I went and made it double
(All my niggas had to eat so I went and made it double)



Credits
Writer(s): Jamil Akum
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