keep on trying you can never hold me down you can never hold me down you can never hold me down c c can t hold me this is dope boy music american dream we let them choppers sing like that little nigga dream no auto tune unless i m tuning out the barrel flying through ya borough camaro i had em shook like colts on reggie bush with that 4 5 coat hanger bang em and let me push i used to get my ass whooped for listenin to spice 1 on the court game point fade away nice one same court where the fiends get they white from hustle till the night come crouch down low with a pocket full of money shooting dice in my white 1 s roll another seven of the nike on my white 1 s i had a jumper plus i was pumpin moms and pops was both gangsters any drama i will slump em how the fuck you think i got the name game same way them lakers got all of them fucking rings hustlin hustlin championship ring hustlin metaphor street king hustlin drop top chain swing hustlin hustlin my moms worked the graveyard shift she was bustin it but i was at home straight hustlin i had 2 brothers niggas didn t fuck with em they was like that s our little brother don t fuck with him they shot em both so i was like fuck it then called up the homies i m ready nigga jump me in hopped in the g ride same one the pump be in i m bout to do these niggas worse then columbians and i ain t hoppin out the car like tre did i m turnin off the lights and pullin up like say kid hustlin championship ring hustlin metaphor street king hustlin drop top chain swing hustlin hustlin it was a cold day in 1996 fav bar reasonable doubt over before that day we ain t know shit about hova he was talking cristal and 4 6 rovers but all we knew were 5 0s and toyotas so we took y all swag y all took our rags the way i see it it s a fair exchange why you mad son yeah jay was one of my teachers bumpin roc a fella but couldn t get a feature was like being underage and couldn t get a beeper missing sales cause the onions still stuck in my sneaker tucking the street sweeper dodgin the grim reaper hit my block after 8 o clock i ll make you a believer we was movin white kid the justin beiber us and homeless shelters no different we both feed em playing john madden smoking all my nigga weed up relaxin with my feet up waiting for the re up  keep on trying you can never hold me down you can never hold me down you can never hold me down c c can t hold me how i sell 10 million and stay hood somebody holla at me if i go to jail you nigga ain t gone throw a dolla at me like my nigga frogg threw his impala at me like when i was in the bay and 40 popped his colla at me that s why when i come through she look like halle berry i m in this game by myself solitary every now and then you my see me with a couple friends same ones that was right there when i had a couple ends no fuckin benz no fuckin house just a fuckin couch so shut your fuckin mouth before i zip it up say fuck rap fuck interscope take my contract and rip it up aftermath s bad boy like big and puff the giant can t sleep cause niggas steady tryin to dig him up and while you motherfuckers waitin on toronto i m in the hood with pancho stackin rajon rondo hustlin championship rings hustlin metaphor street king hustlin and while you motherfuckers waitin on toronto i m in the hood with poncho stackin rajon rondo keep on trying you can never hold me down you can never hold me down you can never hold me down c c can t hold me2