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Hands In The Air

OkayComin' 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 glotEverybody wanna piece dirty like a pair of cleats

Niggas 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 itI'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 shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrowsThis 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 meKeep 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' airNigga, 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 meAin'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 lethalI 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 meKeep 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' airYeah, 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 quickThis 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 veteranWhat 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, yeahWe 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 meKeep 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' airGo 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 'emYeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou

Slab 2, it's goin' down baby

It's your boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'

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