Chorus
Put your hands in the air right now if you real and you Rollin up the reefer, put your hands in the air right now, if a young n***a banging through your speakers, young a** n***as standing 6'4 on Lorenzo's, new phone got it chirping like a beeper, young a** n***a in the box, ain't nobody seen the cops, gota watch for these n***aa with the beaker
Verse 1
I'm a young a** n***a sitting pretty in the caddy
Like my daddy, 92' got a n***a rocking timbs
Tall a** n***a writting verses, taking uber to rehearse it
n***as cursing cause I shoudla rocked the rim
Po a** n***a with a dollar, went to college like a scholar
Make him Hollar, that tuition up again
Ima young spitter from the city
Pick a Shawty with some tittis, on my jimmy
Tryna get a little trim
But it's all the same, switching lanes
Holding pain, rocking chains
Smoking cane, tryna keep from doing wrong
Ain't nobody home, on the phone
All my n***as lead me on, switching tones
Tryna make it like I'm grown, you won't understand
That's the plan, when you growing up a fan, of 50 cent
And he's the only f**in man, that you see up in your crib
That's just how it is, get it how you live
Coming backs the only way I could forgive, motha f**a so
Chorus
Put your hands in the air right now if you real and you Rollin up the reefer, put your hands in the air right now, if a young n***a banging through your speakers, young a** n***as standing 6'4 on Lorenzo's, new phone got it chirping like a beeper, young a** n***a in the box, ain't nobody seen the cops, gota watch for these n***aa with the beaker
Verse 2:
This sh** just ain't the same
My bigger picture couldn't fit into your frame
My n** I'm going off the brain
Add a couple links into my chain
And now the shawtys wana memorize my name
This sh**s insane, I'm still the same ole dude you used to knew from back when, I guess I got a little better with my pen
Now let's pretend, that I'm the same old dude you knew from jump street, bullied back then, but knew you n***as couldn't jump me, click it
Lemme show you how I do, kick back
Relax and just enjoy the view, n***a spitting all this truth
Truth lies in lies, that you just can't dispute
Got pastor Shawns collection plate up the booth my n***a preach!
I met this little girl when I was 4 years old
And what I love much she had so much soul
She said excuse me little homie, I'm a bad tenderonie
And I know I really really wana bone, take me home
And do it gully, put some ludicrous on a gimme skully
Oooo I like the way you do that right thur, I really don't care
I'm aware, that you you never been in here
Flip my hur, Ooo I love you such a perv
Then I kick you to the curb, cause it only last a minute
Now you headed to the church so you can pray
And might repent it, we ain't finished
Till you quit or reach your 2nd graduation
We'll be patient, your apart of urban hip hop nation
Little n***a so
Chorus
Put your hands in the air right now if you real and you Rollin up the reefer, put your hands in the air right now, if a young n***a banging through your speakers, young a** n***as standing 6'4 on Lorenzo's, new phone got it chirping like a beeper, young a** n***a in the box, ain't nobody seen the cops, gota watch for these n***aa with the beaker
Verse 3
This sh** just ain't the same, my bigger picture couldn't fit into your frame, my n***a I'm going off the brain
Add a couple links into my chain, and now the shawtys wana memorize my name, this sh**s insane, I'm still the same ole dude you used to knew from back when, I guess I got a little better with my pen, now let's pretend, that I'm the same old dude you knew from jump street, bullied back then, but knew you n***as couldn't jump me, click it