Hold My Own Lyrics

Star in the hood I flex like Tinchy Stryder

I'm holding this fort strong defending like Maguire

Please don't get me hyper cahs you know my chest is on fire

Manna going far in this game award me top striker

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Star in the hood I flex like Tinchy Stryder

I'm holding this fort strong defending like Maguire

Please don't get me hyper cahs you know my chest is on fire

Manna going far in this game award me top striker

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

Imma trap star with dope boy serving fiends in the streets

I barely got skint busy handing out the treats

Never play with ma emotions cahs I will not spill the deets

Broskie on the wing with tha white carried too much heat

Feds around the block but my heart ain't gone skip a beat

Too many attempts trying to keep it lowkey, tidy and neat

Ma life slow feeling low cahs it's always on repeat

But these hoes on my channel be loving on a nigga that's lit

I'm rolling with a baddie none of you could ever smash

Cruising in a loaded Bentley with a crizman leather dash

Another hotting in the back she counting up stacks

That's the pack calling better get my Santa hat

Star in the hood I flex like Tinchy Stryder

I'm holding this fort strong defending like Maguire

Please don't get me hyper cahs you know my chest is on fire

Manna going far in this game award me top striker

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

Star in the hood I flex like Tinchy Stryder

I'm holding this fort strong defending like Maguire

Please don't get me hyper cahs you know my chest is on fire

Manna going far in this game award me top striker

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

Routines were the same but I was carrying on with the means

Imagine sixteen deciding to start serving the fiends

Hustling for p's I was struggling to pay the fees

Now I am slapping lines I'm giving you sixteen verses

Fresh from the jewelers went n got rose gold pieces

Anomaly Gear I'm stepping with some expensive fleece

Copped a pair of Loubs but I ain't worried about creases

Pull up in blacked-out bm the whip is not a lease

How many gyal who wanna do me cahs of the shiny chains

How many times did me and bro try drilling in the rains

They wouldn't throw nigga a bone when I rose to fame

Don't cancel none of my shows I ain't the one to blame

Birds on my trapline talking green just chat to mush

Swoosh woosh smell that stench a mile away that's creed and kush

Bare food in the T house that's why my runners push

Woosh swoosh that bling on my neck make that blush

Star in the hood I flex like Tinchy Stryder

I'm holding this fort strong defending like Maguire

Please don't get me hyper cahs you know my chest is on fire

Manna going far in this game award me top striker

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah) Aahh (yeah)(yeah)(yeah)

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