herbal t throw you're motherfucking hands up
eom put your godamn hands up
d-pryde throw your motherfucking hands up
east coast up your goddamn hands up
west coast put your motherfucking hands up
dirty south throw your hands up
come on. feeling like i was possessed by the devil
a mislead mind of a desperate rebel
tryin to get money but i'm going about it all wrong
day in and day out i'm pumping out a raw song
a small touch of the realness
tryin to show all of you ducks what the deal is
couldn't give two fucks if you feel this
i'm already hungry what's another meal missed?
concerto of a growling stomach
trying to out climb us and you're bound to plummet
we just lounge on the summit
over looking all the peasants
laughing at how they're not even aware of our presence
and drowns out all the remarks of a doubter
yeah let em all scream hate"