Kato - Hands Up lyrics

[Hook] Pen on paper, that's what I do Spittin' lyrics in my best friends booth Silly b**hes stuck in the loop I scream 'f** you' if you disapprove My fans in the crowd, hands up Fans in the crowd, hands up Fans in the crowd, hands up Fans in the crowd Pen on paper, that's what I do Spittin' lyrics in my best friends booth Silly b**hes stuck in the loop I scream 'f** you' if you disapprove My fans in the crowd, hands up Fans in the crowd, hands up Fans in the crowd, hands up Fans in the crowd [Verse 1] Psycho parkway, hey b**h I'm back Brain damage like meth and crack Looking at my future like God damn man I need to get them stacks Locked down in my room with Some notebooks beats and 2 fifths Think about my career and I Notice that I haven't proved sh**, so Time to step up my grind Lately I waste too much time And I need to get back to my rhymes Cause I know damn well this world is mine Spit fire, suns core Don't believe it? b**h, hit the door My team loud, and my fans loud We gonna rock until we hit the floor Green light go, b**h you know When I grab that mic you better drop it low Exposed like the Truman Show No holds barred, anything goes k**ing sh** since 96 Hot as hell, I'm devilish But still cold as my persona And I'll break you cause I'm a rebel, b**h go [Hook] [Verse 2] Bottles popped, they turnt up 10 whole grams got burnt up f** whoever disagrees because They don't concern us It's a long a** road I'm walking on With obstacles like Donkey Kong Rip this sh** like a stoner's bong Cause I'm made for this, you can't tell me wrong I got about two years of my life left So I'mma give this sh** my f**ing best Stealing fans, that's grand theft Young forever, I banned d**h Mercy's what these rappers need I'm charging all, like a bull stampede Girls still screaming Frosty, please I'm busy b**h, get off your knees Hold me down, cause I'm going off Lyrical miracles don't stop Half you rappers make me sick Hey Dr. Carter, *cough cough* YMCM b**hes I only listen to Drake Half you rappers making buck, but All you f*ggots fake, so [Hook] [Verse 3] Call me clutch, I rock the beat p**y MCs, come taste defeat A lot of you guys are mostly weak, so Go ahead and pa** that throne to me Like Drew Brees, I'm going deep Talk sh**, b**h, get put to sleep Downtown 615 we swish all night Like Kobe Bryant's threes I keep my dreams on padlock Hating b**hes, hop off my jock Like Twisted Sister, I wanna rock So let me in, knock knock If you f** with me, then stick around I'm on the rise, I want the crown In too deep, I'm about to drown So I'mma hold my breath And not go down School just didn't do sh** for me Sick rhymes in my inventory For those who aren't aware of my f**ing story I'm doing all I can to do to taste the glory Broke yes, but I'm still living Cause one day, I'mma be winning I dream big and I stay grinning Frosty V is in the f**ing building, hands up [Hook]