(HOOK)
(Verse1)
Raise your mother f*cking hands go illa
Feel the vibe to the high co ceiling
Playing around in my zone n*gga
Finding flows to the on
Hittin yo b*tches 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*tches 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*tch
What you talkin bout im fly as hell
Jeremy Scotts with my YSL
Babe boxers I'mma great boxer
Dont talk yo sh*t if you ain't boxing n*gga
You a fake option my n*gga so illa coke killa
Mo reala and you can't stop in altgeld is all hell
n*ggas dont know im all real I ain't fake as sh*t
Cause you laced a hit and im all well
So raise your mother f*cking hands
Just throw your mother f*cking hands up
And raise your mother f*cking hands
Just throw your mother f*cking hands up
(HOOK)