Hold It Down

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, let’s hoop. Say. Soon enough they gone kiss the ring from Bankhead to Beijing. I talk that talk for kids whose heart got darkened like beards from Bigen. The shit we seen will make Scream scream. A green screen is what they life like, it’s counterfeit but seem lifelike. I live for nights like, you know, using the town as a playground. Slide rather than swing, leave a hotshot in a sling. Became a hot topic. Stock rose when I dropped the EP, now shortys need a EZ pass to see me. They foreseen the GT’s with TV’s and VV’s. Now they lusting to cling on a ring leader like Cleon, I studder-Step hesi, pull-up for the G. My flow is like Curry from three, shit is nothing to me. You ounce worthy, I got kilo steelo. I see no equal outside the gang, put a bounty on ya chain like the repo people. You now rocking with the best, Southside on my back. Let that envy off ya chest playa, Hey!

[Chorus]
Uh, this for the homies that locked in a cell, repeat offender, skyrocketed bail. And to the shortys who lovin’ the kid. Will tell you “nobody fuckin’ with Jiggs.” And to the youth I know how it be when it’s tough a struggle is all you could see. Uh, yo, I put it all in the track, long as I rap and got the town on my back

[Verse 2]
Uh, yo, watch them treat you like you basic ‘cause you got on them ASICS. Stay down, playas is born & bread not formulated. Remember playgrounds, tricking y’all niggas out of nickels, stabbing with pencils. Kindergarten, they peeped the difference in my mental. Me and the homies played in mud together. Now we hit Neimans play in blood together. Feather soft leather when the weather trife. You kept it nice, I kept a knife awaiting’ a fight. They say I changed but ain’t no grinnin’ when winning without sinning. Okay!

[Chorus]
Uh, this for the homies that locked in a cell, repeat offender, skyrocketed bail. And to the shortys who lovin’ the kid. Will tell you “nobody fuckin’ with Jiggs.” And to the youth I know how it be when it’s tough a struggle is all you could see. Uh, yo, I put it all in the track, long as I rap and got the town on my back

[Verse 3]
Uh, say. Platinum patron sipper, flow kicker, go getter. Fearful of none, run with chrome gripping gorillas. Get your soul lifted for scolding the golden child. I was molded to hold it down, enough prestige to go around. See the power ain’t in the rounds, it’s in the heart of your round. I spew jewels that move dudes, but it be bothering clowns. They insecure but my vision pure. I’d take the hoodie off my back to see you warm, eclipse the clouds so you won’t see the storm

[Chorus]
Uh, this for the homies that locked in a cell, repeat offender, skyrocketed bail. And to the shortys who lovin’ the kid. Will tell you “nobody fuckin’ with Jiggs.” And to the youth I know how it be when it’s tough and struggle is all you could see. Uh, yo, I put it all in the track, long as I rap and got the town on my back