[Intro: Mike D]
Shout out to all the haters man
If it wasn't for y’all it wouldn't be us
Haha
Let's go

[Chorus: Peaches (Oticia Redmond)]
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down

Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down

[Verse 1: Mike D]
I started with a $25 wholesale
Up and down South man, in and out of hotels
No sleep, 'til all the rocks
And when the blocks came, I put the whole block on
Still remember yesterday that knifе to my neck
No hesitation, grabbed thе tech and I earned my respect
That's why it's tatted on my arm, rep the body count
Before you judge a book, better know what a Gangsta bout
I paid dues my n***a, and then some
Skipped states, and jumped bond, and got money on the run
Seen a lot of real n***as sitting in them cells
While you fuck boys still on the streets getting mail
Working with them white folks, y’all know what I'm talkin' bout
Have a n***a on the inside looking out
Time sheet looking like a football number
N***as stressing like a motherfucker, missing his youngin'
I thank God for my haters, y’all made me who I am
Probably still be in the kitchen, still ??? grams
3 microwaves, 72 jars
2 Pac state of mind, man against all odds
[Chorus: Peaches (Oticia Redmond)]
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down

Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
I'm just a street n***a from Houston, Texas
The same one that used to eat nothing for breakfast
My memory's so fucked up, I wish I could forget it
The memory I'm building now, is get up and go get it
I remember I told y’all motherfuckers, one day Ima be rich
Also, I remember y’all motherfuckers telling me, I ain't never gone be shit
Y'all motherfuckers 30-something, ain't never moved out y’all mama's house
Fuck being someone's roommate, I just hustled until I got a house
Bitch, I'm a boss
Like, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, that's the way y’all was laughing at me
Now, when you see me in my ride, why the fuck y’all ain't laughing at me
Close your mouth, I can fit my whole arm in there
Spend one hundred dollars when I sit in my barber's chair
I got kicked out my father's house, without a father there
Ended up in the penitentiary, but I found my Lord in there
So, I guess you can say my doing bad did me some good
Haters hated me straight to the money, it feels so good
[Chorus: Peaches (Oticia Redmond)]
Sometimes I feel like I need a
Break from this atmosphere
People gone say what they say, but they can't hold me down
Hold me down

Don't give a fuck what you feel
About me, cause Ima do what it do
Gone head and hate on me, cause you can't hold me down
Hold me down