[Verse 1: Che Noir]
Yo, Buffalo queen with a lion's heart, was taught either grind or starve
Come from a city where n***as poor and no crime gets solved
My team treats me like a boss, weight of the world on my shoulders
It made me sore, but success was the tiger bomb
Claim what’s yours and weather the storm inside the fog
We was born poor, couldn't afford to drive a car
I was like four inside the church singing choir songs
Now I sell out tours from Upstate to the China walls
Get drunk to match the pain before I reached the legal age
Aunty paid her rent from hitting licks off of bingo games
Homie 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 these kids, so my goal was to school 'em
What's the point of giving 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***as locked, I'ma hold it down
Single mothers on the grind tryna get a dream (Get a dream)
All my n***as treat me like the boss
'Cause they know if something happens to my n***as, I'ma hold it down (Hold it down)
RIP my n***as 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***as, I'ma hold it down (Hold it down)
[Verse 2: Ty Farris]
Loyal to the soil, we're all worms when 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 curbside, now I'm in Cali eating vegetable stir-fry
Life's a boxing match, homie show love with loaded gloves
Bipolar thugs with phony hugs always hold a grudge
They'll shoot with no conscience then Jordan shoulder shrug
This is a roller coaster with no safety buckle, braced for trouble
We got to fight 'til we die, prepare to break some knuckles
This is a race with snakes and puddles, a racist jungle
Had to embrace the hustle, fiends giving me paper crumble
My team hold it down in the field soon as we break the huddle
My gun loyal as a faithful couple
Do as my side piece from Detroit, Eastside with a crime piece
Soul searching my purpose over beats, tryna find peace
We ain't got to say we the best, me and Che let the rhyme speak

[Chorus: Che Noir]
Free my n***as locked, I'ma hold it down
Single mothers on the grind tryna get a dream (Get a dream)
All my n***as treat me like the boss
'Cause they know if something happens to my n***as I'ma hold it down (Hold it down)
RIP my n***as 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***as, I'ma hold it down (Hold it down)