Holdin It Down
I'm trying to keep undoing my confession
These niggas want to hear my confession
Yeah, but I look up to God for my blessings
So no confession
Ughh ugh ughhh
Don't wanna know what you doin' Baby girl, keep it to yourself
Let me know who you screwin' I'ma leave this whole body pale
Got the packs in the mail
Hit the cashapp or zelle
Bad bitch from Brazil
She ate me like her last meal
Say luh shawty is you on death row? That's my only explanation
Or is you just a lil nasty hoe suckin' hella dick for the payment
Know what, you can keep your statement
Give a fuck bout nothin' you sayin
Play with gang then the bullets start sprayin
One nigga down and his body on the pavement
Lotta niggas actin' like I wasn't holdin' it down
I'm that same young nigga you would call to sleep on my couch
Always opened up the door and let you in, how bout now
I wouldn't even let none of you niggas come and sleep on my ground
Cause niggas is phony just like baloney everybody wanna hoe me
But that would be dumb, that would be stupid pussy boy, you don't know me
Like fuck a promise, gotta show me
Should've listened up when mama told me
These niggas be hatin' and son you the one so everybody ain't your homie
You gonna make it be great, everyone else you gotta leave them behind
Cause most of these niggas is fake, waiting on wealth they might just hit in yo spine
They told me that nigga a snake, go grab the rake matter of fact, go get the nine
I had cut off a few niggas for actin' real strange I had to leave them behind
But it ain't no pressure, ain't no bad blood ain't no nothin
Still fuck with y'all fam and y'all cousins
I just hate y'all couldn't keep it a hundred
That shit make me sick to my stomach
I pray to God we don't have to run it
Cause we all know this shit can get ugly
Be a real bad day a nigga come touch me
But I know it won't happen, yuh
Had to stop all the trappin, yuh
I been gettin' into fashion, yuh
Know a nigga been rappin, uhh huhh
I ain't never been into actin
I like keepin' it real
Baby girl, let me know how you feel
I was just a young nigga goin' to steal
Ain't have no food but cereal and milk
Lotta niggas actin' like I wasn't holdin' it down
I'm that same young nigga you would call to sleep on my couch
Always open up the door and let you in, how bout now
I wouldn't even let none of you niggas come and sleep on my ground
Chasin after bread like a duck in a pond
Never felt right when I was doin' you wrong
I guess it's my fault that your ass moved on
I wanna hit you up but it's been so long
Got me and my feelings finna hit my bong
Wonderin' if you ever hear my song
I'ma make it to the top but I ain't King Kong
I feel like I'm greater than that
Yeah, your crew full of haters, y'all wack
Like Arkansas, razer y'all back
Y'all not even player at that
Ain't got no bitches, ain't got no racks
He bit the cheese, yo homie a rat
Slide with the heat like my name was Pat
I been the man but not with the bat
Just a young nigga out gettin' them racks
Yeah, I can't help it, I wake up, I'm thinkin' bout money
I remember them days when the sun wasn't sunny
Runnin' away from police feel that shit in yo stomach
Now it's five years later, look back and it's funny
Same young nigga, fuckin' hoes with no money
Shawty want to get on top started ridin like a bunny
So fine and she hold it down, she 100
Lotta niggas actin' like I wasn't holdin' it down
I'm that same young nigga you would call to sleep on my couch
Always opened up the door and let you in, how bout now
I wouldn't even let none of you niggas come and sleep on my grounds
These niggas want to hear my confession
Yeah, but I look up to God for my blessings
So no confession
Ughh ugh ughhh
Don't wanna know what you doin' Baby girl, keep it to yourself
Let me know who you screwin' I'ma leave this whole body pale
Got the packs in the mail
Hit the cashapp or zelle
Bad bitch from Brazil
She ate me like her last meal
Say luh shawty is you on death row? That's my only explanation
Or is you just a lil nasty hoe suckin' hella dick for the payment
Know what, you can keep your statement
Give a fuck bout nothin' you sayin
Play with gang then the bullets start sprayin
One nigga down and his body on the pavement
Lotta niggas actin' like I wasn't holdin' it down
I'm that same young nigga you would call to sleep on my couch
Always opened up the door and let you in, how bout now
I wouldn't even let none of you niggas come and sleep on my ground
Cause niggas is phony just like baloney everybody wanna hoe me
But that would be dumb, that would be stupid pussy boy, you don't know me
Like fuck a promise, gotta show me
Should've listened up when mama told me
These niggas be hatin' and son you the one so everybody ain't your homie
You gonna make it be great, everyone else you gotta leave them behind
Cause most of these niggas is fake, waiting on wealth they might just hit in yo spine
They told me that nigga a snake, go grab the rake matter of fact, go get the nine
I had cut off a few niggas for actin' real strange I had to leave them behind
But it ain't no pressure, ain't no bad blood ain't no nothin
Still fuck with y'all fam and y'all cousins
I just hate y'all couldn't keep it a hundred
That shit make me sick to my stomach
I pray to God we don't have to run it
Cause we all know this shit can get ugly
Be a real bad day a nigga come touch me
But I know it won't happen, yuh
Had to stop all the trappin, yuh
I been gettin' into fashion, yuh
Know a nigga been rappin, uhh huhh
I ain't never been into actin
I like keepin' it real
Baby girl, let me know how you feel
I was just a young nigga goin' to steal
Ain't have no food but cereal and milk
Lotta niggas actin' like I wasn't holdin' it down
I'm that same young nigga you would call to sleep on my couch
Always open up the door and let you in, how bout now
I wouldn't even let none of you niggas come and sleep on my ground
Chasin after bread like a duck in a pond
Never felt right when I was doin' you wrong
I guess it's my fault that your ass moved on
I wanna hit you up but it's been so long
Got me and my feelings finna hit my bong
Wonderin' if you ever hear my song
I'ma make it to the top but I ain't King Kong
I feel like I'm greater than that
Yeah, your crew full of haters, y'all wack
Like Arkansas, razer y'all back
Y'all not even player at that
Ain't got no bitches, ain't got no racks
He bit the cheese, yo homie a rat
Slide with the heat like my name was Pat
I been the man but not with the bat
Just a young nigga out gettin' them racks
Yeah, I can't help it, I wake up, I'm thinkin' bout money
I remember them days when the sun wasn't sunny
Runnin' away from police feel that shit in yo stomach
Now it's five years later, look back and it's funny
Same young nigga, fuckin' hoes with no money
Shawty want to get on top started ridin like a bunny
So fine and she hold it down, she 100
Lotta niggas actin' like I wasn't holdin' it down
I'm that same young nigga you would call to sleep on my couch
Always opened up the door and let you in, how bout now
I wouldn't even let none of you niggas come and sleep on my grounds
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Writer(s): Sincere Cassel
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