(HOOK)
(Verse1)
Raise your mother f**ing hands go illa
Feel the vibe to the high co ceiling
Playing around in my zone n***a
Finding flows to the on
Hittin yo b**hes after my shows though
Paying homage im sold
So cold as all the out doors ho
Feel the vibe with my wicked rhymes
Well witch is flying and these b**hes lying
I could site aside and just picture it
Makin money yeah im into it
In altgeld im raised so different
Im more ignorant then yo vision b**h
What you talkin bout im fly as hell
Jeremy Scotts with my YSL
Babe boxers I'mma great boxer
Dont talk yo sh** if you ain't boxing n***a
You a fake option my n***a so illa coke k**a
Mo reala and you can't stop in altgeld is all hell
n***as dont know im all real I ain't fake as sh**
Cause you laced a hit and im all well
So raise your mother f**ing hands
Just throw your mother f**ing hands up
And raise your mother f**ing hands
Just throw your mother f**ing hands up
(HOOK)