Hands in the Air

Okay Comin' from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin' my Own type of style and ain't nobody stoppin' my Rise to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got Superstar, no I'm not green weed black glot Everybody wanna piece dirty like a pair of cleats Niggass run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets, wow How you want it pimpin'? Wow I'm so cold with it', wow Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it I'm like a legend or some kinda prophecy Sent here to set you free fresh player follow me Into another world deep inside yo' own soul This s*** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows This not 'bout makin' dow, Not 'bout no fakin' yo Not 'bout who rich or po', Not 'bout who niggas know This here 'bout you an' me, This here 'bout poetry This here 'bout who we be if you in here wit me Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin' Thow yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin' Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air Niggas, you don't know me, why you niggas wanna be All in my grill like you the paparazzi? Boy, I was full a game way before this rap thang Real 'fo the money came that's why I will never change me Ain't nobody like even though they try to be Niggas think they are but they ain't fuckin' with me lyrically, yo I was born with it, didn't nobody teach it to me Ova' hot beat tell you 'bout what the streets did to me, yo Choose me to be a prophet and lead my people Murder, non-believers with lyrics that are lethal I hit 'em heavy wit it yo, I stay ready wit it Come, try to test me wit it regret you ever did it Call, who pimpin'? I got my own bat You got the baby paper I got them grown stacks But this ain't 'bout no bread not 'bout what niggas said Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in here with me Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin' Throw yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin' Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air Yeah, I got couple of Benz just to let you know the deal Eight ways to company beats come from Dew Real, yeah We them niggas should not nobody be fuckin' with Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches done real quick This ain't 'bout who rap the best, this ain't 'bout who got the most This is not no gangsta rap, this ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes This here ain't no country shit, ain't no way to label this Memphis, where I come from orange mouth veteran What I represent who ever live in poverty Hard workin' niggas that try to hustle honestly Man, I represent who lookin' good and fellin' nice Niggas on the drank and dro fresh clothes on the ice, yeah We gon' keep this comin', comin' with the dirtiest If you from the gotta then I know you heard of this This ain't 'bout where you from, this ain't 'bout where you be This here 'bout feelin' free If you in here with me Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin' Throw yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin' Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air Go on 'head an' put 'em up Put your hands where I can see 'em Put your hands where I can see 'em Go on 'head an' put 'em up Put your hands where I can see 'em Put your hands where I can see 'em Yeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou Slab 2, it's goin' down baby It's your boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'