[Intro: Mike D]
Shout out to all the haters man
If it wasn't for y’all it wouldn't be us
Haha
Let's go
[Chorus: Peaches (Oticia Redmond)]
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down
Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down
[Verse 1: Mike D]
I started with a $25 wholesale
Up and down South man, in and out of hotels
No sleep, 'til all the rocks
And when the blocks came, I put the whole block on
Still remember yesterday that knifе to my neck
No hesitation, grabbed thе tech and I earned my respect
That's why it's tatted on my arm, rep the body count
Before you judge a book, better know what a Gangsta bout
I paid dues my nigga, and then some
Skipped states, and jumped bond, and got money on the run
Seen a lot of real niggas sitting in them cells
While you fuck boys still on the streets getting mail
Working with them white folks, y’all know what I'm talkin' bout
Have a nigga on the inside looking out
Time sheet looking like a football number
Niggas stressing like a motherfucker, missing his youngin'
I thank God for my haters, y’all made me who I am
Probably still be in the kitchen, still ??? grams
3 microwaves, 72 jars
2 Pac state of mind, man against all odds
Shout out to all the haters man
If it wasn't for y’all it wouldn't be us
Haha
Let's go
[Chorus: Peaches (Oticia Redmond)]
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down
Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down
[Verse 1: Mike D]
I started with a $25 wholesale
Up and down South man, in and out of hotels
No sleep, 'til all the rocks
And when the blocks came, I put the whole block on
Still remember yesterday that knifе to my neck
No hesitation, grabbed thе tech and I earned my respect
That's why it's tatted on my arm, rep the body count
Before you judge a book, better know what a Gangsta bout
I paid dues my nigga, and then some
Skipped states, and jumped bond, and got money on the run
Seen a lot of real niggas sitting in them cells
While you fuck boys still on the streets getting mail
Working with them white folks, y’all know what I'm talkin' bout
Have a nigga on the inside looking out
Time sheet looking like a football number
Niggas stressing like a motherfucker, missing his youngin'
I thank God for my haters, y’all made me who I am
Probably still be in the kitchen, still ??? grams
3 microwaves, 72 jars
2 Pac state of mind, man against all odds
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