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[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone
I’m tryna pull up in something you ain't never seen
While riding through my city feeling right at home
I let ’em know, I hold it down
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down

[Verse 1]
I’m from New Haven City, I don’t have another home
I be chillin’ right by Yale, next to Skull and Bones
Come along with me to see a real artist in his zone
Alone, in his own mind, trying to write another song
Hypnotized by the music whenever it comes on
Hardworking and talented, I kill two birds with one stone
Making sure my story will never go untold
Let the drama unfold ’cause my heart has gone cold
First place reservation, got that spot on hold
If she can hold a conversation and she’s hot, I’m sold
Something like Midas, everything I touch turns gold
I don’t slow down, keep it moving like I’m on the run though
Got used to ballin’ out, like Rajon Rondo
Me and the team going all out, tell me where’d the time go?
It ain't nothing, got a problem, have it handled pronto
End your career with one song, you’ll be another John Doe

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone
I’m tryna pull up in something you ain't never seen
While riding through my city feeling right at home
I let ’em know, I hold it down
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down

[Verse 2]
Man, the rap game lacks originality these days
All these songs sound the same, talking about
Stealing your chick, and being rich
It’s as if they got nothing else to say
It’s hard to differentiate these dudes when
They’re all doing their best impression of Drake
The styles repetitive, I mean how much can we take?
Most of you rappers sound dumb
There’s not much more I can say
I’m such a perfectionist with this, I can’t afford a mistake
So I’m here to inform you that I’m more than a basic artist
I’m already great
I’m sick of corny rappers acting like you’re leading the way
Ya’ll ain't leading shit
Lead the way in the kitchen and make me a PB & J
They say Kendrick Lamar set the bar for being lyrical huh?
When really he stands out ’cause every other rapper you hear sucks
Lyrics, I don’t hear much. Talent, I don’t hear enough
Your music only sounds bearable while I’m wearing ear plugs
It’s hysterical, my style is incomparable, plus
I just care way too much to let all you wack rappers “Turn up!”

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone
I’m tryna pull up in something you ain't never seen
While riding through my city feeling right at home
I let ’em know, I hold it down
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, down, down