♪ Okay ♪ Coming from the top of my dome When I'm dropping my own type of style And ain't nobody stopping my Rhymes to the very top, hit em up with all I got Superstar, no I'm not, green weed, black glock Everybody want a piece, sturdy like a paraclete Niggas run they mouth a lot like bitches in parakeets How you want me pimpin', I'm so cold weed Make other 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, rest, play and follow me Into another world deep inside your own soul This *** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows This not about making dough, not about no faking yo Not about who get your pole, not about who niggas know This here about you and me, this here about poetry This here about who we be, if you in here with me Keep your ears wide open I don't feel no choking Put your mother*** hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open I don't feel no boasting Put your hands up in the mother*** air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Put your hands up in the mother*** air Nigga you don't know me, why you niggas wanna be All in my ear like you the paparazzi Boy I was full of game, waiting for this rap thing Real for 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 *** with me lyrically I was born with it, didn't nobody teach it to me Over hot beef, tell you bout what the streets did to me Chose me to be a prophet and lead my people Murder non-believers, with lyrics that are legal I hit em heavy with it, yo I stay ready with it Come try to test me with it, regret you ever did it Call who pimping, I got my own back You got that baby paper, I got them chrome 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 I don't feel no choking Put your mother*** hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open I don't feel no busting Put your hands up in the mother*** air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air The mother*** air Yeah I gotta come again, just to let you know the deal Eight ways to company, beats come from doing real We the niggas should not nobody be *** with Slav riders chop a city, how you bitches duck and quit This ain't bout who rap the best, this ain't bout who got the most This is not no gangster rap, this ain't bout no pimps and hoes This here ain't no country ***, ain't no way to label this Memphis where I come from, orange mound veteran But I represent whoever live in poverty Hard working niggas that try to hustle honestly Man I represent who looking good and feeling nice Niggas on that drank and drove fresh clothes full of ice We gon' keep it slumming coming with the dirtiest 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 feeling free, if you in here with me Keep your ears wide open Don't feel no choking Put your mother*** hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open Don't feel no busting Put your hands up in the mother*** air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air The mother*** air Go ahead and put em up Put your hands where I can see em Put your hands where I can see em Go ahead and put em up Put your hands where I can see em Put your hands where I can see em Yeah, 8 Ways, Durilla, Co-Lab Slab 2 is going down baby It's your boy Milwaukee, stop playing