[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
When you up the hate come from left field
I'm tapped in dog, blue pill red pill
Feeling like Drago on the treadmill
On the road so much forgot how my bed feel
God bless the real ones left still
Waiting for the bullshit to set sail
Intake the dour and then I exhale
She wanna fuck text code words, let's chill
My man still locked for a direct sale he made on a Nextel
A while back he had to, Ave sold wild crack
Wild cat, shoulda been coached by Calipari
Put money on his books now he ballin in commissary
Honorary nigga he would do it for me
Stick by your people keep it fluently G, uhh
For the good ones here and the good ones now gone
Making it to 30's a milestone
DZA

[Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
I'm gon' hold you down
I'm gon' hold you down
Even when it's all up, even when it goes down I'm around
I'm gon' hold you down
I'm gon' hold you down
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