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