Trenchrunner Poodie and PËËZY - Hold It Down
(Tae) ayyI know they hear the money talkin'
Poodie pull up in whatever
'member back when he was walkin'
And I was busy showin' love, it wasn't real
So they lost me
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, I was
Blind when they crossed me, damn
Hey, I done did it all
With the realest niggas
Somethin' like Picasso on that mic'
I paint the illest pictures
Just make them youngins slide, you can hide
But they still'll get you
My nigga doing life, wrong or right
Poodie still with you
Yеah, 'member we wеre broke, now it's racks
Boy i was gettin' money 'fore I
Did the song with Jackboy
Had OG tellin' me, "You doing good
" I took my hat, boy
I came from that north in
That house cooking crack, boy
Yeah, now I'm rap trappin'
It's the same thing
Drip the Cartier bust down, Rolex plain Jane
'Member they wasn't fuckin' with me
Funny how quick things change
I'm still with the gang-gang
I'll never change lanes
Yeah, gotta pop a Perc' just to meditate
Feel like we finally made it, pop a bottle
We could celebrate
I still run the trenches, but I'm global
I had to elevate i had to cut 'em off, I
Seen the signs, niggas hella fake, damn
They wasn't fuckin' with the kid
They say he pressure now
Yeah, they done put me on another level now
Yeah, you wonder how I been
I'm doing better now free my nigga Boosie
Know he waitin' on a letter now
I'm at the top
But they told me it get lonely
Lookin' down at these niggas
Like the world mine, tony
'Member living for tomorrow
Now I'm living for the moment
And I ain't gotta bust a strap
I got a shooter gang, kony
And I can't even tell you why they mad at me
I thought this would've be somethin' they
Would be glad to see
My daddy was a gangster, so I had to be
I had to creep
Yeah, looking at the world in my rearview
My nigga drilled it in my head
Don't let 'em kill you
Just keep on doing what you doing
They gon' feel you
And you ain't gotta rap no lies
That's the real you
I keep on having conversations
With the old me
I'm finna rob the rap game 'cause they owe me
They in disguise telling lies
They don't know me
I never had shit, rest in peace Doe B, yeah
Ayy, these diamonds got 'em starin'
Tell 'em stop comparin'
Poodie in this bitch, now he stayin'
Yeah, she know I'm the man
Got it off the land
Tryna pull up on them folks McLaren
Yeah, they feeling what I'm sayin', hot
I need a fan
I can't do a verse unless you payin'
Got niggas in the can still gettin' bands
They done fucked around and gave
Your boy a chance, on everything
I know they hear the money talkin'
Poodie pull up in whatever
'member back when he was walkin'
And I was busy showin' love, it wasn't real
So they lost me
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, I was
Blind when they crossed me, damn
Hey, I done did it all
With the realest niggas
Somethin' like Picasso on that mic'
I paint the illest pictures
Just make them youngins slide, you can hide
But they still'll get you
My nigga doing life, wrong or right
Poodie still with you
My nigga doing life, I gotta hold it down
He got kids
Gotta make sure they don't go without
I just came from the city
Stoppin' by the house
Making sure everything straight like
If you was out my niggas slide for nothin'
Do it on the strength
Young niggas barely went to school
We was on the strips
Street nigga, Chevy on sixes
Ridin' through the Six
We ain't really fallin' off of shit
All my niggas rich
You can hear the money talkin' if you listen
I can see you niggas broke
You ain't pay attention
Eighteen hundred for my jeans
That's an eight of Trisha
Why every time we talkin' money
All I hear is crickets?
Everybody say they boss 'til a
Boss come in the room
Man this rap shit fake as hell
All these niggas coon
When it's time to talk pape'
It's like I'm talking to the moon
I know they hear the money talkin'
Poodie pull up in whatever
'member back when he was walkin'
And I was busy showin' love, it wasn't real
So they lost me
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, I was
Blind when they crossed me, damn
Hey, I done did it all
With the realest niggas
Somethin' like Picasso on that mic'
I paint the illest pictures
Just make them youngins slide, you can hide
But they still'll get you
My nigga doing life, wrong or right
Poodie still with you
Yeah
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