[Verse 1: Preem Clientele]
It's a feeling I can barely describe, is it anger, is it pain?
Or is it envy, or any thought that I should refrain
From? Coming undone by the hunger pangs
All the stress that's weighing on my mental;
All the credentials for moving the pencil across the pad
All the things I had written, spittin' this sh** in rhyme
And tryin' to find the time when I'm a shine
You say I've been on a decline, well please define:
Is it the line that you thought was dope
Or the line of dope that I did tryin' to cope
With all the vices? All my vices are devices of the devil
Tryin' ta revel in his evil deeds he did to people
No rebu*tal to strugglin', especially when your only hope is hustlin'
Or moving weight, the movement: maneuvers for the freight
Now wait, that ain't nothin', I ain't finished
Don't think that my intent will diminish, f**ers
[Hook]
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
[Bridge]
Small town n***a Hollywood dreams
I know that everything that glitters ain't gold
I know the sh** ain't always good as it seems
But tell me till you get it how could you know?
How could you know? How could you know?
[Verse 2: Aero Ross]
I got to say my whole life changed ever since
I start rapping, now I'm not playing on the bench
I couldn't afford it so I had to get it rent
My life is a puzzle but I ain't giving no hints
You better figure it out, now I'm in a drought
Living by myself I don't need a spouse
Got my own house, I'm feeling it now
I used sleep in poverty and just pout
You don't know what my life's about
I had to get paid
Walking on the streets, watching n***as lives fade
I don't know why these n***as want to hate
I'm choosing my own fate, I'mma pick my own date
Take care that's word to Drake
I can change, but it's not too late
I had to get it on my own, now I'm the one running the race
Now I got lot of power
Working every hour, sitting in shower
n***as can't hear me say it louder
And I got the flames know this not a motherf**ing game
Ain't f**ing with the lames
But I still feel the pain
In the streets saying
[Hook]
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
[Pre-Outro: luckymastermind]
The stress goes on
The stress in the morn'
Grades don't pave the way for inventions, oh lord
Seems like a chore
Everyday that I am awake is torn
From the jaws of defeat
Never complete
Is this relentless song
Born
From the depths of the bermuda triangle
When I slept I heard the looters of angels
Saying
[Outro]
Father forgive me for my childish ways
I look outside and all the clouds are gray
I need your hands to take me miles away
Your wish is my command, my command, my command
But before you go I've got to warn you now
Whatever goes up surely must come down
And you'll get your piece, but know peace won't be found
So why just take me man, take me man, take me man
Your wish is my command, my command, my command