Hold Your Head Up Akala (Ft. Selah)

[Verse 1: Akala]
I was the kid in school with hand me downs from my sister
And gal dem still loved me now that’s charisma
Front of my crep split ain’t seen a barber for months
But the way I profile you would have thought I was Trump
Back when I was spotty and my head way outgrew my body
Even those times spittin' it shoddy
Before I bust my first nut behind the trees in the park
You’d find me and Jay drunk way after dark
Bams too, looking for moves like bees do swarming
Funny thing we all got ball in the morning
We like thirteen but grown as we see it
You find us any Saturday night in Coliseum
Sticking d*ck to big gal and I told her my age straight
Never been one to play games
Or watch face or none of that
Pop shots I’m gunning back
No ball to catch
Look how these cowards running back

[Hook: Selah]
No matter what they say to you
No matter what they put you through
Always to yourself stay true
You gotta hold your head up high
When you feel you’ve hit the ground
And they seem to laugh out loud
Whatever goes up must come down
You gotta hold your head high