(Singer : 8Ball)

Comin' from tha top of my

Dome when I'm droppin' my

Own type of style an'

Ain't nobody stoppin' my

Rise to tha very top

Hit em' up wit all I got

Superstar no Im not

Green weed black glock

Everybody want a piece

Dirty like a pair of cleats

Niggas run they mouth a lot

Like bitches and parakeets (WOW)

How you want it pimpin (WOW)

Im so cold wit it (WOW)

Make otha boys wanna do it just because I did it

Im like a legend or

Some kind a prophecy

Sent here to set you free

Fresh playa' follow me

Into anotha world deep inside yo own soul

This shit here is way bigger then tattoos an' 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

Chorus:

Keep your ears wide open

This is all real no jokin'

Thro yo' mothafuckin hands up in the air

If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air

Better keep your ears open

This is all real no boastin'

Thro yo' hands up in the mothafuckin air

If you feel me thro 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 befo this rap thang

Real 'fo the money came

Thats why I will neva change

Me ain't nobody like

Even thou they try to be

Niggas think they are but they ain't fuckin' wit me lyricaly (YO)

I was born wit it didn't nobody teach it to me

Ova' hot beats tell you 'bout what tha streets did to me (YO)

Chose me to be a

Prophet an' 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 eva did it

Call who pimpin I got my own bat

You got tha baby paper

I got them Crome stacks

But this aint 'bout no bread

Not 'bout what niggas said

Not 'bout what hoes beleive

If you in here wit me

Chorus:

Keep your ears wide open

This is all real no jokin'

Thro yo' mothafuckin hands up in the air

If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air

Better keep your ears open

This is all real no boastin'

Thro yo' hands up in the mothafuckin air

If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air

The mothafuckin air

Yeah I got couple Benz jus to let you know tha deal

8 ways to company

Beats come from Dew Real (YEAH)

We them niggas should not nobody be fuckin' wit

Clab ryders choppy city have you bitches done real quick (gun shots)

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 n' hoes

This here ain't no country shit

Ain't no way da label dis

Memphis where I come from

Orange mouth veteran

What I represent

Who eva live in poverty

Hard workin niggas that

Try to hustle honestly

An' I represent who

Lookin' good fellin' nice

Niggas on tha drank n' dro

Fresh clothes an' the ice (YEAH)

We gon keep this comin Comin' wit the dirtiest

If you from the gutta 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 wit me

Chorus:

Keep your ears wide open

This is all real no jokin'

Thro yo' mothafuckin hands up in the air

If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air

Better keep your ears open

This is all real no boastin'

Thro yo' hands up in the mothafuckin air

If you feel me thro yo' hands up in the air

The mothafuckin air

Go ahead an' put 'em up

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Go ahead 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 its goin' down baby

Its your boy Milwakiee stop playin

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