Eightball - Hands In The Air lyrics

rate me

Comin from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin my<br />

Own type of style and, ain't nobody stoppin my<br />

Rise to the very top, hit 'em up with all I got<br />

Superstar, no I'm not, green weed, black glock<br />

E'rybody want a piece, dirty like a pair of cleats<br />

Niggaz run they mouth a lot, like bitches and parakeets<br />

(Whoa!) How you want it pimpin? (Whoa!) I'm so cold wid it<br />

(Whoa!) Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it<br />

I'm like a legend or, some kind of prophecy<br />

Sent here to set you free, rest play or follow me<br />

Into another world, deep inside yo' own soul<br />

This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows