Holding Down My Weight

Baker

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Ah, it's a beautiful day in Worcester County King of all bugs, lazy in the back Baker next to me, yeah we ready to attack And after that we gon' be standing on the mat of a front porch, posted up with a bat We got out that joint and that's a fact So we sitting in the back, sipping on some cognac Smoking on this pack, yeah I'm trying to relax We ain't gonna stop this shit until we see a platinum plaque Dirt on my boots, blood on my name Came out the gutter, carved out of my lane Broke as a joke, and now I own the game And label on fire, and I'm the one to blame Snatched my respect, took it by force Slept in a whip, now I pull up in a Porsche Talk like a boss, cause I bled for the course Hustle so savage, there's no signs of remorse Hand me down dreams, paper thin shoes Studio's a closet, but it still lit the fuse Broke every rule and paid every due And now my neck heavy like It caught the flu Built it from broke, built it from pain Label from mud, iced out in my veins Nothing was given, I snatched out on my fate Now my plate heavy, father told me hold down my weight Built it from broke, built it from scars Fought for my throne, bled it through all of these bars Started with the crumbs, now it's caviar Motherfuck a bitch made, I'm a self made million star Talk slick, get buried in a verse Whole label savage and my whole team thirst Whole life cursed, and now the blessing bursts I put the label on my back, had to break the curse Cashed out the struggle, flipped every loss Turned my scars into a boss's cross War in my heart, hunger in my jar Now all the contracts come with all of the applause Gutter bred King made it with nothing Turned my damn fathom into a damn discussion I came out swinging, I came out busting I built my empire, no bluffing, no trusting Built it from broke, built it from pain Label from mud, iced out in my veins Nothing was given, I snatched out on my fate Now my plate heavy, father told me hold down my weight Built it from broke, built it from scars Fought for my throne, bled it through all of these bars Started with the crumbs, now it's caviar Motherfuck a bitch made, I'm a self made million star Ain't no pity in my story, ain't no luck in my glory And labels scared of what I built, cause they ain't bled for it Well I did, I'm the one that bid the bid I'm the one that built that dream, and I got what I give Whipping that pen like a blade in the booth Snap on a beat, put a flame to the truth Rage in my lungs, war paint on my tooth Spit like a chopper when I aim at the roof Label for mud, but the marble's imported Dreams was dead till a savage got restored Stacked on that bread, now the plates distorted The voices of the gutter got all the streets recorded I was broke, now I'm flexing demons rah Clock that smoke when I'm catching them scheming Chalk that soul if they testing my meaning Talk that bold, but they shook this evening Built it from ashes, carried the casket Now I'm that bastard that flipped it Jurassic Feast on the fake and let them taste that drastic I came all the way from the bottom where that shit got graphic Built it from broke, I built it from pain Label from mud, iced out in my veins Nothing was given, I snatched out on my fate Now my plate heavy father told me hold down my weight Built it from broke, I built it from scars Fought for my throne, bled it through all of these bars Started with the crumbs, now it's caviar Motherfuck a self-made bitch, I'm a self-made millionaire The way I pick you piece by piece, out of control You gotta put him on a leash, walking around Fuckers be popping up on the increase Shut your yap, you think I'm here to hear a speech Bitch, you talkin about me Bitch, I'm stomping, creeping in my venture, true religion jeans You know I'll make sure I get to stomping you by all means necessary Falling in a cemetery, bitch, I'm licking my fingers Cause I know that shit was confectionary James Hellar the way I wanna crash and rip up all the masses Drinking up in that Coke with ice, refluxing, tasting stomach acids Puffing in the stalls, skipping my physics classes Fuck all that, I'd rather run an experiment Burn a whole room up in ashes Fuck the hype, I'm going, I'm in my prototype