Hands In The Air lyrics

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 with all I got
Superstar, no I`m not, green weed, black glock
E`rybody want a piece, dirty like a pair of cleats
Niggaz run they mouth a lot, like bitches and parakeets
(Whoa!) How you want it pimpin? (Whoa!) I`m so cold wid it
(Whoa!) 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 or follow me
into another world, deep inside yo` own soul
This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows
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