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 wit' all I got Superstar, no, I'm not, green weed, black Glock Everybody want a piece, dirty like a pair 'a cleats Niggas run their mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets (Whoa) how you want it pimpin'? (Whoa) I'm so cold wit' 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 'o po', not 'bout who niggas 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 motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all real, no boastin' Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' air If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air The motherfuckin' air Nigga, you don't know me, why you niggas wanna beef? All in my grill like you the paparazzi Boy, I was fulla game way before this rap thang Real 'fore the money came, that's why I will never change Me, ain'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 wit' it, din'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 wit' it Come try to test me wit' it, regret you ever did it Call who pimpin'? I got my own back You got them 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 me Keep your ears wide open This is all real no jokin' Throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all real, no boastin' Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' air If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air The motherfuckin' air Yeah, I gotta come again, just to let you know the deal 8 Ways to company, beats come from Du Real (yeah) We're them niggas should not nobody be fuckin' with Slab riders Chopper city had you bitches doubled quick This 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 Mound veteran What I represent, whoever live in poverty Hard working niggas that try to hustle honestly Man, I represent who lookin' good and feelin' nice Niggas on that drank 'n 'dro, fresh clothes, full of ice (Yeah) we gon' 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 motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all real, no boastin' Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' air If you feel me, throw your hands up in the air The motherfuckin' 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 Cold Lab Slab two is goin' down, baby This your boy Du Martin Stop playing