Comin' from the top of my, when I'm droppin' my Own type of style and nobody stoppin' my to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got Superstar, no I'm not green black glot
Everybody wanna piece dirty like a of cleats Niggas run they mouth a lot bitches and parakeets, wow How you want it Wow I'm so cold with it', wow Make other boys wanna do it because I did it
I'm like a or some kinda prophecy Sent here to set you fresh player follow me Into another world inside yo' own soul This shit here way bigger than tattoos and
This not makin' dow, Not 'bout no fakin' yo Not who rich or po', Not 'bout who niggas know This here 'bout you an' me, This here poetry here 'bout 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 me throw yo' hands up in the air Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the air
Nigga, you know me, why you niggas wanna be All in my grill you the paparazzi? Boy, I was a game way before this rap thang Real 'fo the money came that's why I will change me
Ain't like even though they try to be Niggas think they are but they ain't fuckin' me lyrically, yo I was born it, didn't nobody teach it to me hot beat tell you 'bout what the streets did to me, yo Choose me to be a and lead my people Murder, with lyrics that are lethal
I hit 'em heavy wit it yo, I ready wit it Come, try to me wit it regret you ever did it Call, who I got my own bat You got the baby I got them grown stacks But this ain't 'bout no bread not 'bout niggas said Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in with me
Keep ears wide open this is all real no jokin' Throw yo' mothafuckin' up in the air If you me throw yo' hands up in the air Better your ears open, this is all real, no boastin' Throw yo' up in the mothafuckin' air If you me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air
Yeah, I got of Benz just to let you know the deal Eight ways to beats come from Dew Real, yeah We niggas should not nobody be fuckin' with Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches real quick
This 'bout who rap the best, this ain't 'bout who got the most is not no gangsta rap, this ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes This here ain't no country shit, no way to label this Memphis, where I come from mouth veteran
What I represent who ever live in Hard workin' niggas try to hustle honestly Man, I who lookin' good and fellin' nice Niggas on the drank and dro fresh clothes on the ice,
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, this ain't where you be This here 'bout feelin' free If you in with me
your ears wide open this is all real no jokin' Throw yo' mothafuckin' up in the air If you me throw yo' hands 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 yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air
Go on an' put 'em up Put your where I can see 'em Put hands where I can see 'em Go on an' put 'em up Put your hands I can see 'em Put hands where I can see 'em
Yeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou Slab 2, goin' down baby It's your boy, Milwakiee, playin'