Hold the Line - Zak Downtown

Hello

Oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my

Real G’s never die, we only multiply

They see me in my zone, they tryna' kill my high

They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (br, br)

Hold the line (br, br)

Hold the line (hold the line)

They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (stop blowin' up my shit)

I’m tryna' find some piece of mind

But they blowin' up my phone, hold the line

Okay, they blowin' up my phone again

I’m just rollin' doljamin

Plottin' on these millions

But you already know the plan

Sippin' somethin' strong

'Cause my days are way too long

Fell asleep in Paris and I woke up in Malone

'Cause I’m a young, fly, jiggy motherfucker you know it

I’m what happens when you mix a real G wit' a poet

Get a hundred thousand plays every time we upload it

I been hustlin' for years, record sales are a bonus

Huh

Uh, hello, is this Zak Downtown?

Hello?

Hey can you, uh, check out my new song on SoundCloud?

Listen you, I’m tellin' ya'

They blowin' up my cellular

And I dont fuck with bitches if they regular

I can be in Europe, out in Asia or America

Anywhere I go I hit the stage, you know I tear it up (tear it up)

Real talk, I don’t talk much

But I listen close and you all suck

I been comin' up with a master plan

So my hands covered in chalk dust

Like uh

Oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my

Real G’s never die, we only multiply

They see me in my zone, they tryna' kill my high

They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (br, br)

Hold the line (br, br)

Hold the line (hold the line)

They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (stop blowin' up my shit)

I’m tryna' find some piece of mind

But they blowin' up my phone, hold the line

I got money comin' in and I got money goin'

I got money gettin' big, swear I can’t even fold it

Had a little extra money, told your girl to hold it

Now that ain’t your girl no more, she just got stolen

Damn (damn)

Oh shit, look at me now

Hop on the stage and I’m rockin' the crowd

Gettin' so high like we up in the clouds

Anthony Davis, I’m blockin' you out

Look, I get it

You don’t like it 'cause I’m winnin'

But as long as Earth is spinnin'

I’mma keep doin' my thing and

I wrote this in a minute, my mind is on some next shit

When you hit the stage everyone heads toward the exit

You sour like some lemons, I just squeeze that in my vodka

Records flyin' out like NASA and your shit be doin' nada', bitch

Oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my

Real G’s never die, we only multiply

They see me in my zone, they tryna' kill my high

They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (br, br)

Hold the line (br, br)

Hold the line (hold the line)

They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (stop blowin' up my shit)

I’m tryna' find some piece of mind

But they blowin' up my phone, hold the line