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letra de can't hold us down - tayed smit

[verse 1]
hotline to call me, corportate 1-800, i kickbox some p-ssies like i’m andrew tate
we at the top, and we runnin’ this school, the end of the discussion, ain’t no more debate
ten years from now we gon’ own the whole city, and sit on large property, and real estate
once we get rich, i’m gon’ k!ll all the politicians, get my money, and move out the states
followers always gon’ make some sh-t up, make unfunny ass jokes, ain’t no laugh, ain’t no echo
insurance money, they might try to k!ll me, they hate intellectuals, i need the gecko
i hate the concept of money, but wanna give back to the people, and help every ghetto
knew from the start i was special and smarter than everyone else, knew that sh-t from the get-go
can’t compare me to n0body, i think for myself out collectives, there ain’t no mistakin’
we all gon’ get rich as h-ll, and distribute this sh-t like it’s crack, you call me ronald reagan
money ain’t real, so take care of your people, and live for the earth, and that’s when you awaken
me and my homies play chess, this ain’t checkers, y’all backwards as h-ll, guilt my association
this our best song, ain’t no question, and all of y’all been supportin’ to see the progression
knock your career chances down with this verse, i pop all of y’all like i had a smith & wesson
f-ck y’all’s opinions, i know some don’t like me, could give a f-ck less b-tch you have no discretion
squeeze the life out of you f-ck boys and sl-ts, who care only ’bout s-x, give y’all different compression
rappers be cappers who separate from their own people, once they get a l!ck of success
only people who gon’ f-ck with they music are white folks, guess that is who they impress
some of these stupid ass artists get k!lled, cause they drop the lo’, or give out they address
sh-t always stays the same, in this backward ass industry, i’ma work, nonetheless
[chorus]
nah, you can’t hold us down b-tch, you can’t hold us down
we are not some slaves, we stay independent, and we keep our crowns
this my time to shine, third track ever, fifteen years old, renowned
we gon’ run the game, b-tch we run our school, already known in town
nah, you can’t hold us down b-tch, you can’t hold us down
we are not some slaves, we stay independent, and we keep our crowns
this my time to shine, third track ever, fifteen years old, renowned
we gon’ run the game, b-tch we run our school, already known in town

[verse 2]
f-ck it, repeat myself, ‘gain and again
free thugger, ysl out of the pen
money stick out of the side pockets, stuck with obesity, but ain’t got a double chin
revolution in the nation, and i’m talkin’ violent, takeover that b-tch from within
we never lose, b-tch it’s almost preposterous, every time sum’ happens, we always spin
make myself clear when i put it in bold
don’t need no chains cause i’m already gold
call bro a snitch, cause he already told
can’t hold us down, b-tch i can’t be controlled
switch up the flow, and we switch up the style, i’ll change for myself, but b-tch i’ll never fold
f-ck university, signed to the money, i don’t need no papers, already enrolled
sign to the streets, i ain’t never buy beats, and the process to long to do any spreadsheets
b-tch i’m a g*nius, i don’t need yo’ help, that 140 iq, make my lifestyle complete
you can’t compete, nah b-tch we gon’ defeat, any opps or opponents gon’ be obsolete
b-tch we gon’ win, b-tch we gon’ spin, we never starving b-tch we always eat!
[chorus]
nah, you can’t hold us down b-tch, you can’t hold us down
we are not some slaves, we stay independent, and we keep our crowns
this my time to shine, third track ever, fifteen years old, renowned
we gon’ run the game, b-tch we run our school, already known in town
nah, you can’t hold us down b-tch, you can’t hold us down
we are not some slaves, we stay independent, and we keep our crowns
this my time to shine, third track ever, fifteen years old, renowned
we gon’ run the game, b-tch we run our school, already known in town

[outro]
yeah
my verse was all cap, that sh-t was not real
have a fed b-tch lurkin’ tryna’ bring us down
f-ck with us and we k!ll you, y’all deserve to die b-tch
burn yo’ coffin and roll them ashes up
cnc, yeah

- tayed smit

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