Hold Your Head Up Lyrics | Akala

I was the kid in school
With hand me downs from my sister
And gal dem still loved me now that's charisma
Front of my crep split
Ain't seen a barber for months
But the way I profile
you would have thought I was Trump
Back when I was spotty
And my head way outgrew my body
Even those times spittin it shoddy
Before I bust my first nut
Behind the trees in the park
You'd find me and Jay drunk way after dark
Bams too, looking for moves
Like bees do swarming
Funny thing we all got ball in the morning
We like thirteen
But grown as we see it
You find us any Saturday night in coliseum
Sticking d*ck to big gal
And I told her my age straight
Never been one to play games
Or watch face or none of that
Pop shots I'm gunning back
No ball to catch
Look how these cowards running back
No matter what they say to you
No matter what they put you through
Always to yourself stay true
You gotta hold your head up high
When you feel you've hit the ground
And they seem to laugh out loud
Whatever goes up must come down
You gotta hold your head up high
For my young tugs on every block
Eighth in their sock
With aims to get paid and parade in the drop
Sweet kids get older
grow chips on both shoulders
Daddy left it seems the wind done blow colder
Even in july
that's why we hoodied the whole year
Mothers lose sons when them clouds disappear
Nothin sweet out here
But I count my blessings
Been through a lot of sh*t
but I take it as lessons
Just a young yout that ain't never had nothing
Many times went to school
Stomach still rumblin
Still felt like I had a right to f**k
Brought gal to my yard
and the power would cut
While youts sleeping
I'm at the launderette before school
With big bin liners still trying to look cool
At the time it was hell
Now I just laugh
Funny how you change
the way you feel about the past
If they put your back to the wall
You gotta stand tall
Don't watch these little d*cks
All they do is talk
F*ck em all I'm rollin
Real ni**as'll roll wid it
Yeah life's a b*tch
But I still wanna hit it
Spit what's real to me nothing more
nothing less
Ni**as ain't got no homes
But roll with stones around they neck
Can't you see you're the diamond
Always shining
Plus the only thing
tough enough to break us is us

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Akala – Hold Your Head Up Lyrics