everybody get ya hands up high
feel me right now put ya hands up high
everybody in the buildin' get ya hands up high
and if you wanna touch the sky then let me hear you say
well let me hear you say la
la la la let me hear you say
my mother birthed me september 2nd of 1990
kicked me out and let me come back whenever my luck was grimy
gave me a place to stay when times were grey
to a son that she would not neglect
she still found another way to protect the nest
only nigga cuttin' sample instrumentals
to write to every single one
was never bothered when i would stay
we used to drive to power 96
and meet with dj fingerprints
like this the realist shit
and that's what we had convinced
whenever mine was slippin'
and to my circle. smaller than cheerios
i contemplate the journey
how much we would fear to go
cherishin' with a passion
without you i know i'm nothin'
my gratitude's everlastin'
whenever i'm discouraged or think about quittin' rappin'
i remind myself for ya'll man that none of this could have happened
and i promise and swear to god
that in the end i'll make it up and we take this shit to the sky
and i'm thankful for the life and times
never will you leave my call
i will give it back and more
'til we chillin' on a million in the cut laid back
on my momma and you know that i don't ever say that
on my momma and you know that i don't ever say that
yng been my brother since i was sixteen
held me down through the craziness off the strength of my 16s
the first to say that i was the greatest
would drive me out to open mics just to openly state it
a little nigga roamin' tryin' to do what he can
he always told me you gotta move like you know you the man"