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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 aint 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.

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 aint nothing, got a problem, have it handled pronto,

End your career with one song, you’ll be another John Doe.

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 aint 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.

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 aint 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!»

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 aint 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.