Chaundon, Joe Scudda, L.E.G.A.C.Y. - Hold My Ground lyrics

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Life wild, filled with sick stories
Marv Albert bitch biter
On the road to hitch hiker
My thumb out on niggas the Top Gun spitter
I'ma bang it out till I'm
Done with y'all niggas
The Danger Mouse and I'm
Running with scissors
A clutch and an axe other
Side I broke through
Chuckie is back I'm busting the dope moves
Fresh, get shit off my chest like bench press
Illest of writers, it's evident in the book
If God and Satan did a song
I would do the hook the middle man
How I Could Just Kill A Man
I'm numb as fuck, I just don't feel 'em
And they don't cut the mustard
Matter fact fuck boys
Grams of the verse add the dope to the sound
Put my hands in the dirt so
I can hold my ground
Put my hands in the dirt so
I can hold my ground

You can push all you want
I'mma hold my ground
You can move all you want
I'mma hold my ground
In God trusting, understand I'm not budging
I felt you should know, hell no, we won't go

'05 been rough on me ain't had shit
But want it all and it ain't enough for me
Ol' wifey done split on me
Ol' fam done shit on me i brush myself off
Ain't nothing you can stick on me
I can take a punch
Get criticized for this but I
Can take a bunch on the edge
Should I take a jump or take a dive
Or go out busting like I ain't
The guy you take alive guns blazing
Back to the wall
I will not slip up, stumble or fall
Never ducked a fight or ran from a brawl
It hurt me to see my man land on the floor
So I picked him up
We will stand here forever
Feet planted firm
We will stand through whatever
Blood, sweat and tears, thought of failure
Never
Put your fist up we gon' bang them together

I ain't going nowhere, get used to me
Old MC's be like, "Damn
That's what I used to be"
I was born in the Boogie
Son I hold mine down
Niggas claim they royalty
Rocking Burger King crowns
I'm young and ambitious, I'mma see those ends
I know it's lonely at the top
I don't need no friends
It's fucked up right? But Jesus
Got stoned and crossed
So I'm forced to be strong and
Stand alone in New York
I refuse to be moved by you obsolete dudes
Hold my spot down rocking concrete shoes
It's nothing
My place in this game is inevitable
Motion picture shit, each frame is incredible
But, I ain't acting or taking home Oscars
I run through rosters, exposing all imposters
My flow is starvation, recognize the sound
With my hands in the dirt son
I'm holding my ground