[Intro]
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
(Who made the beat? Who do you think?)
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
[Verse 1: Freeway & CyHi The Prynce]
Uh
Best spirit, the coast clearin', the jets landed (Uh-huh)
You in the presence of a star, like you left the planet (Yeah)
Father left my house abandoned, now I'm lookin' out for him (That's right)
Blue one ain't forget my parents, never takin' shit for granted (Uh-huh)
Baby, I'm a artist, I'm paintin', I had to switch the canvas (Let's go)
Scream my name in all fifty states (Uh-huh)
Heavy over San Francisco, I be out in the bay
R.I.P. Jack (Rest in peace), I pray a long while on your grave
Real niggas is back
I been hot since before they turned cold (Uh-huh)
Crack was scorchin', before niggas wore Air Forces with no straps
Old school flow, I think it's time to bring the rope back (Uh-huh)
My name ain't Bob, but it's time to bring the hope back (Yeah)
Where's the real rappers, where's the niggas with the quotes at? (Uh)
I really sat in the dope house before rap
In other words, I was trappin' way before trap (That's right)
You can ask around and North Philly niggas know that (Yeah)
The hottest Mr. Mackey to ever put on a throwback
Nigga hatin', threw a shot at me, I threw four back
Made I came through in the Maybach with your rat
She said you used the small gray box, I need the gold pack (A-ha), pow
Hold that, we style
Make 'em say, "Wow"
Make them hold smile
Know that I'm going everywhere the dough at
Freezer shut the show down, make it worth while
We're making' dough piles, y'all don't know how
Starin' at my card again, y'all don't know style (Yeah, yeah)
Charlie Heat put me back, only to be the King again
I'm balling for the home team (CyHi), and we need a win
Yeah
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
(Who made the beat? Who do you think?)
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
[Verse 1: Freeway & CyHi The Prynce]
Uh
Best spirit, the coast clearin', the jets landed (Uh-huh)
You in the presence of a star, like you left the planet (Yeah)
Father left my house abandoned, now I'm lookin' out for him (That's right)
Blue one ain't forget my parents, never takin' shit for granted (Uh-huh)
Baby, I'm a artist, I'm paintin', I had to switch the canvas (Let's go)
Scream my name in all fifty states (Uh-huh)
Heavy over San Francisco, I be out in the bay
R.I.P. Jack (Rest in peace), I pray a long while on your grave
Real niggas is back
I been hot since before they turned cold (Uh-huh)
Crack was scorchin', before niggas wore Air Forces with no straps
Old school flow, I think it's time to bring the rope back (Uh-huh)
My name ain't Bob, but it's time to bring the hope back (Yeah)
Where's the real rappers, where's the niggas with the quotes at? (Uh)
I really sat in the dope house before rap
In other words, I was trappin' way before trap (That's right)
You can ask around and North Philly niggas know that (Yeah)
The hottest Mr. Mackey to ever put on a throwback
Nigga hatin', threw a shot at me, I threw four back
Made I came through in the Maybach with your rat
She said you used the small gray box, I need the gold pack (A-ha), pow
Hold that, we style
Make 'em say, "Wow"
Make them hold smile
Know that I'm going everywhere the dough at
Freezer shut the show down, make it worth while
We're making' dough piles, y'all don't know how
Starin' at my card again, y'all don't know style (Yeah, yeah)
Charlie Heat put me back, only to be the King again
I'm balling for the home team (CyHi), and we need a win
Yeah
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