Lyrics Hands Up - Rel Fromtheq6 feat. Repsa

Niggas want me gone
But can't complete the mission
But when I see em they always be dismissive
Shit been so different since my homies couldn't beat the system
But it's alright
I'm putting on for Alabama
Got me bleeding crimson
I need a pension for my pens precision
I spit that Christmas
Wrapping gifts for you niggas
I been the realeast
Since they tried to sick they gang on me
Had me walking halls with a blade on me
Now you niggas say that I changed
It's for the better
I'm taking the game over
Like a slave gone mad
I'm djangoing
My name hold Cassius weight
You hating but it's more cash to make
I James Harden pump pass the fakes
And space jam
Way I gravitate
You B average
I pass with As
Some honor roll shit
I'm never gone quit
I'm Steve Nash with flames
In any case
Like it's baggage claim
You whack and lame
Bitch Ass Nigga
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you feeling this real rapping put your hands up high
Yeah
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you feelin like Rel snapping put your hands up high
Yeah
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you feeling this real rapping put your hands up high
Woah
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you feelin like Rel snapping put your hands up
Mane talk that shit Rel
You from the home of the Bulldogs
So bark that shit Rel
Back in them days at the Spark
When we would spark that shit wherever we parked that shit Rel
Let them boys know
Them boys from the Q was the ones to start that shit Rel
Is that Rep the Rep
Awhhhh shit
Oh
They want that Rep back
Kyrie Irving with step back
Kobe bean with the swish
You know me from rocking kicks
Now they know me for what I spit
Take me to New York
And I'm Cutting up with your bih
If I cut her she get dismissed
Mind on my money
Money on my mind
Niggas just want the fame
But they can't take the time
Be careful just how you aim
Cause I don't plan on dying
Kelly, Rep and BRASH
We got that perfect science
And I keep my people beside me
Yeah they riding fosho
Call my homie lil visa
Cause he sliding for dough
If we not the best
They must be high off the dope
Lost a couple angels
Use the cup just to cope
Got damn
I been working on my craft
I done traded in the games
I got Millions in my pad
I just need to let you in
Fuck with me
Off the strength
Fuck with me
It's the kid
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you feeling this real rapping put your hands up high
Yeahhh
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you feeling like Rep snapping put your hands up high
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you feeling this real rapping put your hands up high, nigga
Everybody put your hands up high
Rep the Rep
BRASH BRASH
Put your hands up high