I feel like I'm a dime, but I'm 5'8 I feel more defiant when y'all hate Yeah, the only niggas runnin' in the car race Surfin' niggas with a bottle like Parkin' Rap niggas all soft, so strong, J I'm a little bit of Pac, better Kanye You a little bit of Fox and Beyonce Any beef gonna meet, get sautéed Y'all the fake ones runnin' with the hard face Bet that pop to your tongue make your heart race And I hope you take it all the wrong way Leave your slum near the bum, near the bar place It's red light, put your ass in a dark place You a drill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up You a drill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up Get your motherfuckin' hands up Get your motherfuckin' hands up Celebration, coronation, no debatin' Crown me king, I'm tired of waitin' People champ, I gotta face it, you disgracing People censored, that's your faking I'm the Lord, I'm Michael Satan With the flow and take him out, annihilate him No mistaking, new sensation Hood Pope, pullin' up the ruler nation And I came a long way from the stash house Now I switch spots like a domination Little kid paid by the crack house And I cut my moms out with my ass face Gotta understand when I black out I don't give a fuck about a wack hater I don't give a fuck about a rap fable Leave the bell to the Lord, say, are you praying? You a drill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up You a drill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up Get your motherfuckin' hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up