(HOOK)

(Verse1)
Raise your mother fucking 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 bitches 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 bitches 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 bitch
What you talkin bout im fly as hell
Jeremy Scotts with my YSL
Babe boxers I'mma great boxer
Dont talk yo shit if you ain't boxing n***a
You a fake option my n***a so illa coke killa
Mo reala and you can't stop in altgeld is all hell
N***as dont know im all real I ain't fake as shit
Cause you laced a hit and im all well
So raise your mother fucking hands
Just throw your mother fucking hands up
And raise your mother fucking hands
Just throw your mother fucking hands up

(HOOK)