Hold It Down

[Voicemail from First Convenience Bank]
[Verse 1]
In this pair of vapors chasing papers
Looked at my neighbors
Told em I'll catch ya later
If I don't, then I'm heading for the hills
I just wanna rap, make some mills & pay the bills
I'm steady on this mission because I been missing my sisters
They're in another state
It bothers me that I can't see them and they're 8 hours away
I just want this rap thing for them
They're my motivation, if I make it
I can take them & better their situation
My auntie in her 40s, her daughter already grown
Now she got 7 more years till the next one leave home
Mama Lorraine is 59
Working hard to make sure she & my sister survive
And I can take them out of that
With a couple hot raps
Get the money, pile stacks
Relocate em on the map
Get my sisters all under one roof
So they can bond
I'd hate for them to grow up & not get along
Because they barely know each other
They don't even know their own dad or their mother
They both left them. And nobody ever gave 'em an explanation
But they're the reason I have dreams & aspirations
So I chase em

[Hook]
I put my family on my back
And they don't know it
Nah they don't even know it
I got so many dreams clogging up my brain
But I don't show it, nah I don't even show it
And I do it all for y'all, give you what you never had
Everything gone be all good
Even if it right now it's bad
And Imma hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
Yeah Imma hold it down, hold it down, hold it down

[Verse]
Need a break from it all...
Had a taste for it all..
I need about 4 days away from it all
Just pray for me y'all
So much stuff I stress about
So many deaths around
School books expensive when you at a university
Each class is half a grand
That there is the worst to me
Old rich teachers don't care if you broke
Your homie can't afford school, so he's selling some dope
Your student body can't relate to you
You're a liberal in a conservative state
So all your classmates been hating you
The girl that's been dating you got troubles of hers
Want to cheer her up
But got problems w/ mumbling words
And you neglecting her because you're too busy writing a verse
For these fans that wouldn't give a crap if you ride off in a hearse
What's worse? Neglecting loved ones or leaving fans empty handed
Sometimes I'm Romeo, sometimes I'm Hamlet
Tragic. Sometimes I scrap my aspirations
I ain't gone be great until I get assassinated
Till then I'm procrastinating
Masturbating, watching time, feeling half asinine
Because these rappers grab the shine
But they don't have the shine that I do
I've been doing this, spitting & kicking foolishness
Sicker than public sewerage, homie
I'm doper than crack cocaine smokers
With blow in their snot soakers and heroine in their holsters
I'm over these false poets that hoax y'all with faux pas
Lies & fake lyrics that y'all believe in a minute
Are you kidding me? I've been feeding you the truth
But you'd rather hear me rapping bout money or my shoes
That's the truth with the proof bruh

[Hook]