Hold Me Down
[Chorus: Skatterman and Tracella Birmingham]
If I made it to the end of my run
If I get caught with 90 ounces of Coke
Baby, hold me down
In the county, I'd get life for my gun
Making trips for my daughter and son
Nigga, hold me down
Say my name, while you're [?]
Send me letters while I'm doing my thing
Hold me down
I know you probably stacking paper for real
[?]
Hold me down

[Verse 1: Snug Brim]
True shit, all he knew was the dope game
No gradguation, no deploma, all he studdied was Cocaine
And mama tought him how to rock it, only at 13
And now we on the block, survin to the work feends
Ain't that a shame
His only dream was to make cream
What he was seeing was a king in the making
Pushing them things through the streets of the projects
By 16, the boy was a genius with pyrex
Repeat felin, livin life on the edge
Two guns when he robbed, ten years by the feds
There's nothing when there's nothing to live for
Papa gone, he ain't seen him in a year though
Wondering what the fuck we here for?
22 shot dead in the streets, now here the tears go
You know his homies ain't gon let that slide
Wake in the morning, and tonight they ride
Watch how we hold them down
[Chorus: Skatterman and Tracella Birmingham]
If I made it to the end of my run
If I get caught with 90 ounces of Coke
Baby, hold me down
In the county, I'd get life for my gun
Making trips for my daughter and son
Nigga, hold me down
Say my name, while you're [?]
Send me letters while I'm doing my thing
Hold me down
I know you probably stacking paper for real
[?]
Hold me down

[Verse 2: Skatterman]
Born to be a menis, he turned out to be a savage made
The streets turned him to a killer by the 7th grade
He kept a heater on him, and a mug on his eyebrow
Raised in the Crack spots, survin breakin pies down
Mama was a single parent, daddy was a crackhead
Brother was a lil nigga, sister was a tack head
He turned his whole naborhood into zombies
He even sold it to his uncles and his aunties
Born with a crew of lil niggas, raised with the squad
Fall through with big rhyms, snatch your braud up
Feds got him for disorderly conduct
7 days a week they was pushing that prodict
Living life like they stole it out the movie screen
Catch him when he 23, [?] 16
It was all hood untill the people show
This shit was all good just a week ago
[Bridge: Tracella Birmingham]
There's nothing more, and there's nothing less
Life is full of heartake, and pain, and stress
Soul can't rest, I got all this mess
I got going on in my mind
Times is hard, and it's getting harder
My days seem short, and my nights seem longer
Vision is blery, come save me, please hurry
Save myself from me

[Verse 3: Snug Brim and Skatterman]
I'm doing 25 [?] streets pouring that long liquor
When you in the box, sleepin with your eyes closed
I'm behind bars, [?]
Instetutionalised, the truth is, you and I
Knew this day would come, can't even look you in the eye
Now it's nothing but time
To get my drink on
And step my swole up
Ready to get my shank out
Walkin out the yard, with a [?]
A couple tattoos, my roots are in the gang
Feeling sick
Cause ain't nobody write to him
Plus the fake niggas wanna put a knife into him
When the money was coming, this shit was on, dog
Now none of his bitches except his phone calls
He used to have dreams of buying 50 whips
Now he won't hit the streets again till he 56
[Chorus: Skatterman and Tracella Birmingham]
If I made it to the end of my run
If I get caught with 90 ounces of Coke
Baby, hold me down
In the county, I'd get life for my gun
Making trips for my daughter and son
Nigga, hold me down
Say my name, while you're [?]
Send me letters while I'm doing my thing
Hold me down
I know you probably stacking paper for real
[?]
Hold me down