Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
(Who made the beat? Who do you think?)
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
[Freeway & CyHi The Prynce]
Uh
Best spirit, the coast clearin', the jets landed (Uh-huh)
You in the presence of a star, like you left the planet (Yeah)
Father left my house abandoned, now I'm lookin' out for him (That's right)
Blue one ain't forget my parents, never takin' shit for granted (Uh-huh)
Baby, I'm a artist, I'm paintin', I had to switch the canvas (Let's go)
Scream my name in all fifty states (Uh-huh)
Heavy over San Francisco, I be out in the bay
R.I.P. Jack (Rest in peace), I pray a long while on your grave
Real niggas is back
I been hot since before they turned cold (Uh-huh)
Crack was scorchin', before niggas wore Air Forces with no straps
Old school flow, I think it's time to bring the rope back (Uh-huh)
My name ain't Bob, but it's time to bring the hope back (Yeah)
Where's the real rappers, where's the niggas with the quotes at? (Uh)
I really sat in the dope house before rap
In other words, I was trappin' way before trap (That's right)
You can ask around and North Philly niggas know that (Yeah)
The hottest Mr. Mackey to ever put on a throwback
Nigga hatin', threw a shot at me, I threw four back
Made I came through in the Maybach with your rat
She said you used the small gray box, I need the gold pack (A-ha), pow
Hold that, we style
Make 'em say, "Wow"
Make them hold smile
Know that I'm going everywhere the dough at
Freezer shut the show down, make it worth while
We're making' dough piles, y'all don't know how
Starin' at my card again, y'all don't know style (Yeah, yeah)
Charlie Heat put me back, only to be the King again
I'm balling for the home team (CyHi), and we need a win
Yeah
[CyHi The Prynce]
Yeah
This is life, this is poetry
I was groomed to be a prince, this is toiletry
You see this Rollie on my wrist? This is lawyer fees
For niggas tryna Oscar de la Hoya me
'Cause I should win the Oscar they awarded me
Best writer, best author of a gorgeously
And well put together film of a boy who meets
This girl who keeps him afloat and full of buoyancy
'Cause these chicks be talkin' big shit
Sometimes I wish their lipstick really made their lips stick
I'm in need of an artistic thick bitch, who drive an Optima
I'm just bein' optimistic
But thank God I didn't become a statistic
'Cause you don't live long when you young and you gifted
'Cause losin' Pac was apocalyptic
Then we lost Biggie, that was horrific
And losin' Aaliyah was unrealistic
But what if we still had our left eye, Slick Rick
Sippin' Moscato with Amy Whinehouse, smokin' weed with Jimi Hendrix
Kurt Cobain, I'm blowin' my mind out
With Otis Redding and Basquiat in attendance
Then Jesus walked in, like, "What is this?
Then Malcolm X stood up, and said, "We livin'"
Emmitt Till on the grill, with the rib tips, barbecuin'
'Cause he was tired of them four hatin' niggas at the pigment
This for my Trayvon's and all my misfits
And the leaders that existed
Before me, from MLK to JFK
I just hope I ain't on that same hitlist
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin' (Oh)
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin' (Ohh)
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin' (Mmm)
Thank you for listening to my dad's album
Is that good?
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