作曲:Tyler Marenyi
作词:Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.,Oscar Hammerstein II,Sigmund Romberg
I feel like imma giant but I'm 5'8
I feel more defiant when y all hate
Y'all the only n**gas running in the car race
Serve a n**ga with the butter like Parkay
Rap n**gas all soft so strange
I'm a little bit of Pac bit of Kanye
You a little bit of Fox and Beyonce
Any beef come to me get saut茅ed
You're the fake ones running with the hard face
Bet that pump to your tongue make your heart race
And I hope you take it all the wrong way
Leave you slumped by the bum at that bar place
This red light put your a*s in a dark place
You a trill n**ga get your mother****ing hands up
You a real n**ga get your mother****ing hands up
You a real n**ga get your mother****ing bands up
You a real n**ga get your mother****ing hands up
Celebration coronation no debating
Crown me king I'm tired of waiting
Peoples champ I gotta face it
You disgracing people sense it that you faking
I'm the lord I might go Satan
With the flow and take him out annihilate him
No mistaking new sensation
Hood Pope pulling up to rule the nation
And I came a long way from a stash house
Now I switch spots like a dalmatian
Little kid paid by the crack house
And I got my moms out when my a** made it
Gotta understand when I black out
I don't give a **** bout a wack hater
I don't give a **** bout a rap favor
Need to bow to the Lord say all your prayers
You a trill n**ga get your mother****ing hands up
You a real n**ga get your mother****ing hands up
You a real n**ga get your mother****ing bands up
You a real n**ga get your mother****ing hands up
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