Held Me Down

[Intro]

Where we at?

Let's get it

[Verse 1]

On Hell Block, playin' hot potato, in the kitchen, tryna re-rock a bagel

It come to bitches, you know I got a stable

My project bitch ain't got no cable or no washer-dryer

Three, four kids, can't cook a lick, but this ho hot as fire

My other chick, she got some priors, family from the boonies

Love my dirty Fruit of the Loomies, I love it when she moon me

Ain't talked to Spoony in a minute, know we good money

Hood love me, played the hand I was dealt, ain't talkin' gin rummy

My income be comin' in sevеn different ways

Type of nigga marriеd to the streets and never been engaged

Sawed-off, pump, or twenty-gauge (Front and center stage)

Magazine hold a fifty-clip, don't make me flip the page

Been in them shootouts close-range, I been in them raids

Been afraid to give a bitch my all 'cause I done been betrayed

I can recall bein' broke, niggas sendin' shade

I microwave that dope on sixty seconds, call it Minute Maid

[Chorus]

Yeah, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down

Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "Feet, don't fail me now"

Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile

Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile

[Verse 2]

G74, no GD, scalin' blow with DeeDee on the S-E-B

I popped my first Barbie doll with Gigi

Plugged in from Six Mile and Hoover Street to Greenleaf

Bo J really be thuggin' off of Cooper Street with Riri

Deep East in the trenches where police kickin' screens off the hinges

All the fiends bangin' needles and syringes

Down in Pensacola with the Sinaloa, sendin' bricks of yola to Dakota

You a silver spoon-fed Ricky Schroder

Screamin', "Free my lil' nigga Gio, he a pill-gritter"

R.I.P my young nigga Cready, was a real killer

Slidin' with the Glick through the slums, know they feel bitter

Life's a bitch, she must got me sprung 'cause I'm still with her

[Chorus]

Yeah, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down

Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "Feet, don't fail me now"

Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile

Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile

I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down

Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "Feet, don't fail me now"

Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile

Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile