Illia Rybachuk - Hold Down The City lyrics

[Verse 1] When I was born I didn't cry, being only kid who could smile They say your son is a gift and it's my motto for now And the city I'm living is only place where to start A road to success and I'll be only lead by my heart First grade playing soccer, second grade shooting basket Mama told me to chill, she thought that I'm kinda blasted Ain't no reason to stop, I'm professional baller Even when I'm wearing a tank, which coasted a dollar It is the grade number five, first year in new school In the begging I'm quiet but then I'm acting a fool My homies is my support, I trust 'em all of the secrets We never wanted to study, we were busy with business Teachers hated us though more than we hated them Always avoiding the punishment, had a nice working scheme You tryna look in my side but you can't actually see me I'm only hundred and eighty, your head is touching the ceiling But we playing on court, cause I'm still point-thirsty I never asked for a thank, you never asked for the mercy f** the weather, I'm wearing Bulls' jersey [Verse 2] When I was born, you did cry, the king is here, city's mine A pair of Jordans is the only thing I need to fly For the love follow us, we gotta stuff to discuss I'm here alone so I can hear every buzz And every bar becomes shorter, when it goes on my mind Haters shouting "u ain't sh**", homies say "Nevermind" I stuck beetwen two H's, I hope I find the right pages I say thank you to my aces for making me to feel spacious We doing business in stages, and I see changes in here To many phrases with the similar endings in here I'm playing fair, so nobody cares bout your claims Yeah, that's right - run that's olympic games It's the grade number nine, I'm still setting the screens I'm doing Pick & Roll, brother! Where are your sk**s? You didn't play for a week, wasting time with a girl Your team is done, we kicked your a** with 21 I still got loads of thing to learn But I'm announcing that, it won't take too long Basketball season has returned [Verse 3] Sport's important for you, it's important for me But don't forget improve you mind, homie, let it be free And if you disagree, just think what'd happen to you If you damage your knee, what do you gonna do? Same team, no games that's what Preemo has done These beats make my legs ain't never stopping the run Like Golden State Warriors - the greatest has come It's 23-0 when I'm writing this song And I hope it be 0 to 100 for real quick And all the other teams gon' s** a golden dick They're making history like Jordan in 1995 They're making history like Kobe Bryant in '05 My homie P gon make the H in american F He told the name of combination, sounds like ba** clef I hope he'll make it cuz only when he be faded If coach he respected tells he's overrated sh**, I'd never say that, f**, he'll never get that This song is mine, I do what I think will be better Oh yeah, I'll put to my letter