Held it Down - Chance The Rapper, Jeremih

My favorite cousin’s back in town

We goin' out

We don’t know where we’re goin'

We goin' out

And we took care of grandma, we held it down

And we took care of mama, we held it down

My favorite cousin’s back in town

We goin' out

We don’t know where we’re goin'

We goin' out

And we took care of grandma, we held it down

And we took care of mama, we held it down

Bitch, don’t play with my family, I keep with my family

Your ugly ass family, your great-great grandmama shoulda used Plan B

We petty, we ghetto

You touch it, you dead ho

And that’s on my grandaddy’s grave

I got my grandaddy’s name

Set it off Big Daddy Kane

Tell all my cousins who bustin' and shakin' to come out the crib

Christmas is coming and I got the gift

I got some money, I might buy a zip

Back at the house where we used to play tips

We was carpoolin' before they made Lyft

Sit on my couch before they could say dibs

Hot flamin’s, bitch you not playing with my chips

I’m ready to die for my blood

You could get turned to a blunt

Keep acting crazy, you won’t

Bitch I do all of my stunts

I’m ready to die for my blood

Ready to die by the love

We do this type shit for fun

Nigga what’s up?

My favorite cousin’s back in town

We goin' out

We don’t know where we’re goin'

We goin' out

And we took care of grandma, we held it down

And we took care of mama, we held it down

My favorite cousin’s back in town

We goin' out

We don’t know where we’re goin'

We goin' out

And we took care of grandma, we held it down

And we took care of mama, we held it down

Mama, I got that bill paid

Mama, I got that real estate

Get a house built like Bill Gates

Buy it back from the bank, more bang for your buck

Big 079 where I still stay

Slaughtered this shit for a gyro

Crash Bandicoot and some Spyro

Pull all the shit in my bio

Food stamps, gotta link

Real blood, got the ink

Fuck what’s comin' out the sink

I made a million like tink

I’m jumpin' in, I won’t think

I’m jumpin' in, I won’t sink

You flippin' like pink, they softer than mink

I’m ready to die for my blood

You could get turned to a blunt

Keep acting crazy, you won’t

Bitch I do all of my stunts

I’m ready to ride for my blood

Ready to die for the love

We do this type shit for fun

Nigga, what’s up?

My favorite cousin’s back in town

We goin' out

We don’t know where we’re goin'

We goin' out

And we took care of grandma, we held it down

And we took care of mama, we held it down

My favorite cousin’s back in town

We goin' out

We don’t know where we’re goin'

We goin' out

And we took care of grandma, we held it down

And we took care of mama, we held it down