Greg Nyce - Resilience (feat. King Cooley, Alfred Nomad) Lyrics

I ain't got time to be stressing
Every failure ain't nothing but a lesson
While these niggas all second guessing
I'm counting my blessings, salad, and dressing
You know what I'm talking about
So stop worrying about it nigga
Get through that shit
Get through it

Hard Times come around got me stressed out
Feel the heat on my mind like a press out
Oh you see that black people get depressed now
Speaking from the heart you ain't gotta guess now
Had a lot of stress had to get through that shit
Between a rock and hard place so I threw that bitch
Know the pressure's on, motivate and use that shit
Music you can live through nigga that's my niche
I make moves, but I, daaance with it
If you don't see it then you can't get it
Gotta have the vision, turn fruit into fruition
I'm already super I don't need a superstition
(Nah)
I bless these beats
And still pray for you even though I don't preach
I move my feet, so everyone eats
And brush these haters off like I brush my teeth
Speaking of plaque, I'm bound to get that
But not just a young black nigga trying to rap
On top of get stacks, gift wrap and give back
And let you know if you want it, you can get that

I am the wind
The sun
The breeze
The seas
The trees
The leaves
The bees
You can't hold me

I love the simple things in me
The gifts
The grief
The peace
And things
That God show me

I need the checks direct deposited
Beloved, but honestly
They don't own me

I need to see
To love
To feel the heat
I need the energy
You can't hold me (Down)

You can't hold me (Down)
You can't hold me (Down)
You can't hold me (Down)
You can't hold me (Down, down)
You can't hold me (Down, down)
You can't hold me (Down, down)
You can't hold me (Down, down)
You can't hold me (Down)

I had to get it on my own no lease
What good is money if you don't have peace
I stay hungry you've been looking obese
Looking good on these haters got em like sheesh
Need chiropractic, ain't no one back this
I got this off hard work and daily practice
Ain't have no tactics,
A couple friends crossed me they must be Baptist
But even when I die bet they bump my tracklist
I'm on it
My reflection is my only opponent
It's not what you want, but how bad do you want it
Been a struggle I make it look good don't it
Protect your energy, from the pretend to be's
Only thing worse than a foe is a frenemy
God's been sending me, signs in abundance
With Him backing me you can't front this