Comin' from the top of my, when I'm droppin' my Own type of and ain't nobody stoppin' my to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got Superstar, no I'm not green black glot
Everybody wanna dirty like a pair of cleats run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets, wow How you it pimpin'? 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 to set you free fresh player follow me Into another world inside yo' own soul This shit here way bigger than and cornrows
not 'bout makin' dow, Not 'bout no fakin' yo Not 'bout who or po', Not 'bout who niggas know This here 'bout you an' me, This 'bout poetry This 'bout who we be if you in here wit me
your ears wide open this is all real no jokin' Thow yo' hands up in the air If you feel me 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 yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air
Nigga, you don't me, why you niggas wanna be All in my grill you the paparazzi? Boy, I was full a way before this rap thang Real 'fo the came that's why I will never change me
Ain't nobody even though they try to be Niggas think they are but they ain't fuckin' me lyrically, yo I was born with it, didn't nobody it to me Ova' hot beat tell you 'bout what the 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 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 grown stacks But ain't 'bout no bread not 'bout what niggas said Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in here me
Keep ears wide open this is all real no jokin' Throw yo' 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 Throw yo' hands up in the air If you feel me yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air
Yeah, I got couple of Benz to let you know the deal Eight ways to company beats come from Dew Real, We them niggas should not nobody be fuckin' Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches real quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best, 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, where I come from orange veteran
What I represent who ever in poverty Hard workin' niggas that try to hustle Man, I represent who lookin' and fellin' nice Niggas on the drank and dro clothes on the ice, yeah
We gon' keep this comin', comin' with the If you from the gotta then I know you of this This ain't 'bout where you from, ain't 'bout where you be This here 'bout free If you in here with me
Keep your ears wide open this is all real no Throw yo' mothafuckin' 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 me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air
Go on an' put 'em up Put your hands I can see 'em Put your hands I can see 'em Go on an' put 'em up Put your hands I can see 'em Put your hands I can see 'em
Yeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou Slab 2, goin' down baby your boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'