Hold Me Down

Homie get locked in the pen, I just might hit up your family house

I throw a stack to your mom and your dad, I just might eat some samosas

Me and S.kay had the tape we was twelve, and we still riding we screaming fuck twelve

We used to camp out the store for the twelves, now we can pick all our bottles in twelves

The pen like Hemingway, Shakespeare, Hova

Ain't nobody fucking with the kid I'm the coldest

Weaving through traffic with a bad bitch on the shoulder

I just want the loyalty don't do me like Derozan

This ain't for the money at all don't get it fucked up this ain't for the fame at all nah

Everything I do yo I do it for the culture

Wouldn't understand until you get a bit older

When I felt like I was gonna kill myself, rap the only thing that got me through