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Hands Up!

 

Hands Up!

(アルバム: I Died For This!? - 2021)


My lord, my lord

They shooting niggas down like it's '65
They shooting niggas down like it's '68
They shooting niggas down like the slave days (Wait)
They shooting niggas down like the slave days
I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK
I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK
Nigga don't get trampled in this melee
Nigga don't get trampled in this melee
Ya wanna stay safe? You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic
Me, my niggas hotboxing in a box Chevy
It's going down I can see where hip hops headed
So put your hands up, like a cop said it

Hands up (I need to see ya mothafucking hands in the air)
Hands up (And wave 'em from side to side like you just don't care)
Hands up (Cops still gon' shoot us)
Hands up (Hands up like you just don't give a fuck)

Niggas nursery rhyming cat in the hat with a bunch of cap in they raps
Like they squeeze triggers, I'll smack the fuck out these niggas
Some made a hit most came and went I didn't flinch
I played the long game knowing in the end I'd be bigger
I see niggas, making they lil lists
But next to Grip they don't exist, they ain't built like this
Niggas flexed up, quick to blow a check on a bitch
Better get a Tec to protect the Patek on ya wrist
And for that shit that's on ya neck, niggas will take a risk
They tryna make a dollar stretch, your lame ass look like a lick
And real niggas ain't buying all that shit you kick
But the kids eat it up that's when the plot gets thick
'Cause see a kid'll learn a song before they learn how to read
So if it's nothing in your lines how is they gon' succeed
I know you gotta play the game you got a family to feed
But if we shackle our own mental then we'll never be freed
I said my piece I hope I ain't come off as preachy but at least
I utilized my reach to hug every nigga out in these streets
I do it for love, not credit, and any beef I pray
You and your ops dead it, and if not

Ya wanna stay safe? You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic
Me, my niggas hotboxing in a box Chevy
It's going down I can see where hip hops headed
So put your hands up, like a cop said it
Hands up (I need to see ya mothafucking hands in the air)
Hands up (And wave 'em from side to side like you just don't care)
Hands up (Cops still gon' shoot us)
Hands up (Hands up like you just don't give a fuck)

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