Solid Ground (feat. Junior Reid)

(ft. Junior Reid) Hook: Uh, uh, yeah, yeah Go down, the oppressor He ain’t gonna hold me down! So go down, oppressor (wind is blowing) And he runs solid ground So go down, oppressor (wind is blowing) He run solid ground So go down, the oppressor (wind is blowing) He ain’t gonna push me around! So go down, the oppressor Go down, go down, go down! Listen, she’s off’ seeds we gonna plant them Breeze off it blow, but the enemies are scattered Hope the end justify the means, it don’t really matter The people don’t progress, that’s what makes me madder It’s sadder to see the things I see Make me be the way I be Crying for the cheese, crime life and prime time Supply them with dreams, that’s why we buy the things But we ain’t feeling the same pains revive in the skin I’m from the best side, best stuff fly in my’ You know we’re often’ though it’s been a look around Throw back bones and some cold denims You see my footsteps, yeah, you wanna walk in ‘em Uh, half of Mickey in the bliky Since the shrugs and fatigues, niggas couldn’t fuck with me! No, but you ain’t gotta take my word for it Because I eye’and I know you saw it! Hook: Uh, uh, yeah, yeah Go down, the oppressor He ain’t gonna hold me down! So go down, oppressor And he runs solid ground So go down, oppressor So go down, the oppressor He ain’t gonna push me around! So go down the oppressor Go down, go down, go down! I’m just a hoodie nigga in the fast lane The roof, same boat or the crack game Never gave a fuck and I still don’t Homerun Shawty, I will never bunt (out of here!) No matter how much of a money getter You still look dead as a black nigga (damn!) I came through (I came through) I get salutes (I get salutes) I don’t speak as much as my shooters do New recruits for the street guard The truth is that this bus like a sea song Seek another round, switch lanes, detour We’re living Meek Mills what we all reach for Need more, rent high, laid off, laid low Face mask, bring truck Gun it for the payroll Mafia get coughing, get cuffin, get shoot Bucks up, after lock up, buckle up and move! Uh, uh, yeah, yeah I could only keep it real When I’m about to feel’ I ain’t out here looking for trouble I just wanna live my life I hear you’re out here looking for trouble Hook: Go down, the oppressor He ain’t gonna hold me down! So go down, oppressor Go down, go down, go down!