Hold Ya Head Verse 3

God bless the child that can hold his own

Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome

Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds

Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed

Currency means nothin' if you still ain't free

Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me

I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally

Runnin' from authorities 'til they capture me

And my aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears

Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years

Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head

Tradin' conversations all night, bless the dead

To the homies that I used to have that no longer roll

Catch a brother at the crossroads

Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass

Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls; hold ya head!