Hold It Down - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Che Noir]

Yo, Buffalo queen with a lion's heart, was taught either grind or starve

Come from a city where niggas 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 niggas locked, I'ma hold it down

Single mothers on the grind tryna get a dream (Get a dream)

All my niggas treat me like the boss

'Cause they know if something happens to my niggas, I'ma hold it down (Hold it down)

RIP my niggas 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 niggas, 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