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