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 with all I got

Superstar, no, I'm not, green weed, black Glock

Everybody want a piece, dirty like a pair of cleats

**** run their mouth a lot, like bitches in parakeets

Whoa, how you want it, pimpin'?

Whoa, I'm so cold with it

Whoa, make all the boys wanna do it, just because I did it

I'm like a legend or some kind of prophecy

Sent here to set you free, dress, player, follow me

Into another world, deep inside your own soul

This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows

This not 'bout makin' dough, not 'bout no fakin', yo

Not 'bout who's rich or po', not 'bout who **** know

This here 'bout you and me, this here 'bout poetry

This here 'bout who we be, if you in here with me

Keep your ears wide open, this is all real no jokin'

Throw your muthafuckin' hands up in the air

If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air

Better keep you ears open, this is all real no boastin'

Throw your hands up in the muthafuckin' air

If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air

The muthafuckin' air

****, you don't know me, why you **** wanna beef?

All in my grill like you the paparazzi

Boy, I was full of game way before this rap thing

Real 'fore the money came, that's why I will never change

Me, ain't nobody like, even though they try to be

**** think they are, but they ain't fuckin' with my lyrically

Yo, I was born with it, didn't nobody teach it to me

Over hot beat, tell you 'bout what the streets did to me

Yo, chose me to be a prophet and lead my people

Murder non-believers with lyrics that are lethal

I hit 'em heavy with it, yo, I stay ready with it

Come try to test me with it, regret you ever did it

Call who, pimpin'? I got my own back

You got that baby paper? I got them grown stacks

But this ain't 'bout no bread, not 'bout what **** said

Not 'bout what hoes believe, if you in here with me

Keep your ears wide open, this is all real no jokin'

Throw your muthafuckin' hands up in the air

If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air

Better keep you ears open, this is all real no boastin'

Throw your muthafuckin' hands up in the air

If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air

The muthafuckin' air

Yeah, I gotta come again, just to let you know the deal

8 Ways's the company, beats come from Du Real

Yeah, we them **** should not nobody be fuckin' with

Slayer, riders, chopper city, had you bitches double quick

This ain't 'bout to rap the best, this ain't 'bout who got the most

This is not no gangster 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 Mound veteran

What I represent, whoever live in poverty

Hard workin' **** that try to hustle honestly

Man, I represent who lookin' good and feelin' nice

**** on that 'drank and dro', fresh clothes, full of ice

Yeah, we don' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest

Yeah, if you from the gutter 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 your muthafuckin' hands up in the air

If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air

Better keep you ears open, this is all real no boastin'

Throw your hands up in the muthafuckin' air

If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air

The muthafuckin' air

Go 'head and put 'em up

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Go 'head and put 'em up

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Yeah, 8 Ways, Du Realla

Collab, Slab 2, it's goin' down, baby

This your boy Du Martin

Stop playin'