Gudda Gudda - Hold It Down lyrics

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 n***as 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 sponsored links 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 n***a d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a And I'mma hold this sh** down Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a And I'mma hold this sh** 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 n***as 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 gra** 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 n***as by my side and I'm good Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a And I'mma hold this sh** down Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a And I'mma hold this sh** down Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a And I'mma hold this sh** down Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a And I'mma hold this sh** down Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down