Chaundon - Hold My Ground [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
Check the inventory
Life wild, filled with sick stories
Marv Albert bitch biter, on the road to hitch hiker
My thumb out on niggas
The Top Gun spitter
I'ma bang it out till I'm done with y'all niggas
The Danger Mouse and I'm running with scissors
A clutch and an axe other side I broke through
Chuckie is back I'm busting the dope moves
Fresh, get shit off my chest like bench press
Illest of writers, it's evident in the book
If God and Satan did a song, I would do the hook
The middle man
How I Could Just Kill A Man
I'm numb as fuck, I just don't feel 'em
And they don't cut the mustard, matter fact fuck boys
Grams of the verse add the dope to the sound
Put my hands in the dirt so I can hold my ground
(Put my hands in the dirt so I can hold my ground)

[Hook: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] {x2}
You can push all you want I'mma hold my ground
You can move all you want I'mma hold my ground
In God trusting, understand I'm not budging
I felt you should know, hell no, we won't go

[Verse Two: Joe Scudda]
'05 been rough on me
Ain't had shit, but want it all and it ain't enough for me
Ol' wifey done split on me
Ol' fam done shit on me
I brush myself off, ain't nothing you can stick on me
I can take a punch
Get criticized for this but I can take a bunch
On the edge
Should I take a jump or take a dive
Or go out busting like I ain't the guy you take alive
Guns blazing
Back to the wall
I will not slip up, stumble or fall
Never ducked a fight or ran from a brawl
It hurt me to see my man land on the floor
So I picked him up, we will stand here forever
Feet planted firm, we will stand through whatever
Blood, sweat and tears, thought of failure, never
Put your fist up we gon' bang them together

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Chaundon]
I ain't going nowhere, get used to me
Old MC's be like, "Damn, that's what I used to be."
I was born in the Boogie, son I hold mine down
Niggas claim they royalty, rocking Burger King crowns
I'm young and ambitious, I'mma see those ends
I know it's lonely at the top, I don't need no friends
It's fucked up right? But Jesus got stoned and crossed
So I'm forced to be strong and stand alone in New York
I refuse to be moved by you obsolete dudes
Hold my spot down rocking concrete shoes
It's nothing, my place in this game is inevitable
Motion picture shit, each frame is incredible
But I ain't acting or taking home Oscars
I run through rosters, exposing all imposters
My flow is starvation, recognize the sound
With my hands in the dirt son, I'm holding my ground

[Hook]