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 glot      Everybody wanna piece dirty like a pair of cleats   Niggas run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets, wow   How you want it pimpin'? Wow I'm so cold with it', wow   Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it      I'm like a legend or some kinda prophecy   Sent here to set you free fresh player follow me   Into another world deep inside yo' own soul   This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows      This not 'bout makin' dow, Not 'bout no fakin' yo   Not 'bout who rich or po', Not 'bout who niggas know   This here 'bout you an' me, This here 'bout poetry   This here 'bout who we be if you in here wit me      Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin'   Thow yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air   If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air   Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'   Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air   If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air      Nigga, you don't know me, why you niggas wanna be   All in my grill like you the paparazzi?   Boy, I was full a game way before this rap thang   Real 'fo 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 with it, didn't nobody teach it to me   Ova' hot beat tell you 'bout what the streets did to me, yo   Choose me to be a prophet and lead my people   Murder, non-believers with lyrics that are lethal      I hit 'em heavy wit 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 bat   You got the 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 yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air   If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air   Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'   Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air   If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air      Yeah, I got couple of Benz just to let you know the deal   Eight ways to company beats come from Dew Real, yeah   We them niggas should not nobody be fuckin' with   Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches done real 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 mouth veteran      What I represent who ever live in poverty   Hard workin' niggas that try to hustle honestly   Man, I represent who lookin' good and fellin' nice   Niggas on the drank and dro fresh clothes on the ice, yeah      We gon' keep this comin', comin' with the dirtiest   If you from the gotta 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 yo' mothafuckin' hands up in the air   If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air   Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'   Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air   If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air      Go on 'head an' put 'em up   Put your hands where I can see 'em   Put your hands where I can see 'em   Go on 'head an' put 'em up   Put your hands where I can see 'em   Put your hands where I can see 'em      Yeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou   Slab 2, it's goin' down baby   It's your boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'