Solid Ground

(ft. Junior Reid)

Hook:

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah

Go down, the oppressor

He ain’t gonna hold me down!

So go down, oppressor (wind is blowing)

And he runs solid ground

So go down, oppressor (wind is blowing)

He run solid ground

So go down, the oppressor (wind is blowing)

He ain’t gonna push me around!

So go down, the oppressor

Go down, go down, go down!

Listen, she’s off’ seeds we gonna plant them

Breeze off it blow, but the enemies are scattered

Hope the end justify the means, it don’t really matter

The people don’t progress, that’s what makes me madder

It’s sadder to see the things I see

Make me be the way I be

Crying for the cheese, crime life and prime time

Supply them with dreams, that’s why we buy the things

But we ain’t feeling the same pains revive in the skin

I’m from the best side, best stuff fly in my’

You know we’re often’ though it’s been a look around

Throw back bones and some cold denims

You see my footsteps, yeah, you wanna walk in ‘em

Uh, half of Mickey in the bliky

Since the shrugs and fatigues, niggas couldn’t fuck with me!

No, but you ain’t gotta take my word for it

Because I eye’and I know you saw it!

Hook:

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah

Go down, the oppressor

He ain’t gonna hold me down!

So go down, oppressor

And he runs solid ground

So go down, oppressor

So go down, the oppressor

He ain’t gonna push me around!

So go down the oppressor

Go down, go down, go down!

I’m just a hoodie nigga in the fast lane

The roof, same boat or the crack game

Never gave a fuck and I still don’t

Homerun Shawty, I will never bunt (out of here!)

No matter how much of a money getter

You still look dead as a black nigga (damn!)

I came through (I came through)

I get salutes (I get salutes)

I don’t speak as much as my shooters do

New recruits for the street guard

The truth is that this bus like a sea song

Seek another round, switch lanes, detour

We’re living Meek Mills what we all reach for

Need more, rent high, laid off, laid low

Face mask, bring truck

Gun it for the payroll

Mafia get coughing, get cuffin, get shoot

Bucks up, after lock up, buckle up and move!

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah

I could only keep it real

When I’m about to feel’

I ain’t out here looking for trouble

I just wanna live my life

I hear you’re out here looking for trouble

Hook:

Go down, the oppressor

He ain’t gonna hold me down!

So go down, oppressor

Go down, go down, go down!