Get on your feet and testify
Lift your voice up to the sky
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the, get the
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the
Put your motherfuckin hands in the air
Or you gon need a halo, Im a mothafuckin slayer
This aint no game, Im not no player
Nigga tryna find his way and then he bringing pain
You better know we major
Im on this water heavy, whats a little gold and a pager
Wrestle with these words a young Mick Foley
All I see is AC Slater
These niggas jaded, bout to set it off, I feel like Jada
Still on the block it feel like Jenga how it tumble down
Hands shaking like a Rumble pack, are we humble now?
Buzzing, how we bumble now?
Leaving niggas puzzled, do the right thing and they buggin out
Know the free dont stop for nothing
Tell em niggas stop the frontin
Roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop
You better know we choppin onions
Im spitting yellow bricks, we rarely stop for munchkins
Thats why I do not fuck with customs
Im unaccustomed to these costumes
Know that if you cross the free it just might cost you
Im not a doctor or Kevin Costner
The way Im dancing with these wolves, I pray I never lost a step
I keep it steppin nigga thats a bet
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes, relax and take notes, notes, notes, notes
Put your motherfuckin hands in the air
And wave them like you just dont care
Im just showin love to my mothafuckin people
You can tell your mans we aint going no where
Now keep your hands in the motherfuckin air
And wave them like you just dont care
Im just showin love to my mothafuckin people
You can tell your mans we aint going no where
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the, get the
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the
Jerome in the mothafuckin house now
Leather loafer steppin, niggas better watch they mouth now
Leaving loaded lessons, pray for blessings when the doubts round
Thousand Island stretchin, I aint stressin no salad
Im in this water where the sharks be
Coming for the same place your thoughts be
Artsy, dirty mouth, I never do the flossing
Hardly, stuntin on the niggas thats frontin
I know they do not want it, I run over niggas thats punnin
No I aint tryna kick it, Im cookin no bun in the oven
I need it on the stove, push it to the people off a cottage grove
Pot of gold, flooded more than Hollygrove
Mothafuckin Hollywood, never take a holiday
Im spotting foes everywhere, know that I get very rare
Faced the God, whats up Based God?
Im pacing hot, tracing opps
Know your enemy, patrol your energy
Dont slip with niggas that pretend to be
Only kin of me can call me blood
Even a friendly can see the love
We do it for the free and keep it up
Tell your niggas they can keep the hate
Tell my friends I appreciate, the value never depreciate
This for my niggas, who be chillin with them killers in the wild
We gettin high til we bug the fuck out
Its been a minute, Ive been chillin on the pile right, right
And to my crooks from Chi-town all the way to Flatbush
We get wild if you give us that look
Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right, right
Put your fucking hands up in the air
Or you gon have to lay low when I motherfucking spray you
This aint no game like Sega, dont be a hero
Im with my good fellas and we bout to Rob Dinero
Give me the pesos, give me the Euros, give me the dollars
Give me the say so if these niggas want the drama
If I call my partners up, body bags is popping up
Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas popular
Hit him between his oculars, what the fuck is popping, cuz?
Super Saiyan like I opened forty-seven chakras up
Pussy hoes we knocking up, these flows keep stocking up
As long as Im rhyming Im Ben Wallace on your wallets, uh
My true shottas go blocka, blocka
Soul shocking with the fire, probably light your block up
Stop your blood clot crying, the pussy boy there dying
Its a cold, cold world
I think these niggas need the iron like blaow
How you like me now?
Its the motherfucking Brooklyn king of them now
Niggas jocking my style, I been all on the road
I been checking out the shows, I been fucking your hoes, like blap
How you like me now?
Its the motherfucking Brooklyn king of them now
Niggas biting my style, I been all on the road
I been checking out the shows, I been fucking your hoes
This for my niggas, who be chillin with them killers in the wild
We gettin high til we bug the fuck out
Its been a minute, Ive been chillin on the pile right, right
And to my crooks from Chi-town all the way to Flatbush
We get wild if you give us that look
Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right, right