Still Hold Up - Kevin Gates

Yeah

I’m built Ford tough (Carmelo)

No, this how I used to be feelin'

Killer, you heard me (James put the check, boy)

Yeah

Crossed out, hex, feel like I’m possessed

I wanna handle baby daddy, it just ain’t happen yet

My wife just sent that paper there, I just ain’t grab it yet

Nominated for the GRAMMYs, I went back to jail

Racist judge found me guilty, sent me back to Hell

Lost trial in the feds, went back on appeal

My lil' ones irkin' out, he back on them pills

Zombies lurkin', close the curtains, we back on the steel

The voodoo lady say, «Okay,» I say, «I had to kill»

Get 'em down there for a show and put that racket here

Traffic tickets, had too many, I was gettin' stopped

Never happen when I’m by myself so bein' friendly stopped

I rock a lotta gold chains, I am not a coward

I’m thuggin' hard, I’m connected to the higher power

Damn near lost it all believing' in a bitch nigga

Okay, problem solved, I do shit a little different

Talked about behind the back by my own family

But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up

Instances I used to deal with tried to hurt my marriage

But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up

They stack the deck with bitch niggas, everybody backs 'em (They do)

Been in the game since shit stains and I’m 'bout that action (I'm 'bout that)

I never ratted, a Louisiana livin' legend (Why?)

Bitch, I’m in traffic, you play with Gates, you got to wet it (Grrat)

Just remember, I’m not a talker, I’m a stepper (I'm a stepper)

Broad day, I go to walkin' up, applyin' pressure (Boom, boom, boom)

Free C Murder (Ooh), they tried to ban me from the prisons (Ooh)

Maybe they know I’m only happy when I see my niggas (Ah)

Maybe they wanna see me broke or dead or back there with 'em (They do)

Shoutout the ones in the system with a life sentence (Oh, oh)

Woman pregnant for another brother, never visit (Don't)

Shoutout the ones who still show love in the city

The way they hate you, make you kinda hate to fuck with the city (Hm)

Gangster reason, long nights I remember (I remember)

I ask Big Dana for some pictures, I just really miss ya (Whaddup?)

Roamin' the trenches where the cocaine get delivered

Say, look

Don’t never go look for yourself inside somebody else, you heard me

'Cause some of these niggas outchea ain’t really cut like we cut

You know, we cut from a bandana

You know, these niggas cut from shit paper, you heard me

That shit sounds good until it takes place

But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up

But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up

But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up