Gudda Gudda - Hold It Down lyrics

rate me

God bless the child that can hold his own

God bless the child that can hold his own

No complaints, life is all good ain't it?

I'm maintaining in the game where the game changes

Homies that I grew up but became strangers

I'm still the same, but they changed when I became famous

I spell that word out, it’s fam and us in it

I believed in my dream, but you didn't put your trust in it

I’m going up and my real niggas stay down

I be at the table food fighting, throwing cake around

I'm talking chicken to cheddar etcetera

Surround yourself with better people that can only better you

Sharpen up my lyrics to bury competitors

I pray before I write in the booth, I'mma predator

Chasing M's, I'm talking several

So I can open up the doors and get the revenue

I won’t stop it till it’s on

Turn my workers into bosses so later can hold their own

Damn, it feel good to be a made nigga

Death before dishonor to the grave nigga

And I'mma hold this shit down

Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down

Damn, it feel good to be a made nigga

Death before dishonor to the grave nigga

And I'mma hold this shit down

Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down

Tense, I’m strong and I’m still gone

Exposing all the fake and now the real showing

This is chess not checkers, get your game up

I didn’t kept it real for too long for me to change up

Money on my mind, what you thinking ‘bout?

Got some niggas in the street, I'm tryin' to take ‘em out

That’s what a boss do, horse shoe on the back of my pants

That’s my true religion when I walk through

I praise God for the blessings that he gave me

I got some demons in my closet, I hope he save me

No pops, but my mama did raise me

She told me cut the grass and watch the snakes creep

Yeah, one hand on the bottle

Praying while I got my other hand on the rifle

All I need is God and my guns

And a couple real niggas by my side and I’m good

Damn, it feel good to be a made nigga

Death before dishonor to the grave nigga

And I'mma hold this shit down

Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down

Damn, it feel good to be a made nigga

Death before dishonor to the grave nigga

And I'mma hold this shit down

Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down

Damn, it feel good to be a made nigga

Death before dishonor to the grave nigga

And I'mma hold this shit down

Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down

Damn, it feel good to be a made nigga

Death before dishonor to the grave nigga

And I'mma hold this shit down

Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down