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letra de hold it down - apollo brown & che noir

[verse 1: che noir]
buffalo queen with a lion’s heart
was taught either grind or stop
come from a city where n-ggas poor and no crime gets solved
my team treats me like a boss
weight of the world on my shoulder, it made me sore
but success is the tiger bomb
claim the shores and weather the storm inside the fall
we was born poor, couldn’t afford to drive a car
i was like four inside the church singing choir songs
now i out-sell shows from upstate to the china walls
get trumped amongst the pain before i reached the legal age
aunty paid the rent from from [?] games
hommie took a bullet to the head, he was d-o-a
never thought my destiny or purpose would be on stage
teach it for the youth, this generation is controlled by computers
no proper guidance for this kids, so my goal was to school em
what’s the point of shooting guns
if they don’t know how to shoot em?
and what’s the point of giving jewels
if they don’t know how to use em?

[chorus: che noir]
free my n-ggas locked, i’ma hold it down
single mothers on the grind, hardly get a dream (get a dream)
all my n-ggas treat me like a boss
’cause they know if something happens to my n-ggas
i’ma hold it down (hold it down)
rip my n-ggas on the other side (trust)
love is blind till you look into your mother’s eyes (mother’s eyes)
trust is the meaning of a boss
so they know if something happens to my n-ggas
i’ma hold it down (hold it down)

[verse 2: ty farris]
ruins to the soil, we’re all worms with the birds fly
at a young age, had learn how to see with my third eye
talk with no action, that’s the second your word die
i was serving them curbs, now i’m in cali eating vegetables, stir-fry
life’s about to match, only show love with loaded gloves
bipolar thugs with phony hugs always hold a grudge
they are [?] with no conscience than jordan showed a [?]
this is a roller coaster with no safety buckle, brace for trouble
we gotta fight till we die, prepare to brace some knuckles
this is a race for snakes and puddles, a racist jungle
had to embrace the trouble, fiends giving me paper crumble
my team hold it down in the field as always, we break the huddle
my girl loyal as a faithful couple
do as my side piece from detroit, east side with a crime piece
soul searching my purpose of a beast, trying to find peace
we ain’t got to say we the best, me and che noir, the rhyme speak

- apollo brown che noir

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