
Hook

Hands up
Am blowing up
Until I make I'll be working overtime
I can't stop 
I gotta pop
Am from the Ghetto now am heading to the top(X2) 

Verse 1(Drone 28)

Niggas smoke weed and feel they smartest
Get a little hoes and think they greatest 
Honestly how dumb can you get 
Lean Co_dean is a modern trend   Crack.crystals a daily bread 
Live to impress everything for the audience 
Digress tryna make a point but it's pointless 
Hopeless can't finnes now you regret 
Regret all of your actions cause they juvenile 
Juvenile not a versitile chase the title 
5 years past and yours a criminal
Tryna seek help but yet you skeptical
Hard to get home cause yours a prodigal 
We all got problems mind how you deal
Before y'all act out mind how we'll feel
Jankie or an addict and you can't help it 
Creatures of habit think about that 
I ain't saying don't smoke
I ain't saying don't drink 
But how many had died just from addiction 
Ricky and miller fuck depression 
Deep in system yet think you think shallow 
Stuck in the matrix feast on bronco
Your life a pattern exist in a loop
Brains restarted upper cut hook

Hook

Hands up
Am blowing up
Until I make I'll be working overtime
I can't stop 
I gotta pop
Am from the Ghetto now am heading to the top(X2) 

Verse 2 (Pro Mike) 

Am from a place where everyone is suffocating//
Smile on your face the love is turning in to hating//
kids are all in drugs man the hood is like hell//Everybody trying to get out but they are locked inside a cell//


It wasn't easy but I dd it again //
I do this for money they do this for fame//
I pull up and shanties they shouting my name//
Ain't feeling the same am kicking am winning //
Doing the most and I feel like am dreaming//
Success on the way and u know that am close//
Look at my pose, shawty am dope//
They hate what I sing coz I sing what I do//
Dey told me am wack and I thought that I lost//
My father and my sister are the things that I lost//
R. I. P sister I love you the most//
I do dis for you I do this for dad//

Ndi itela na vhathu vhane vhasi tende//
Athi Nga Lati, mvelele yanga//
Tamba nga nwenda nda vula zwienda//
Thi zwi shoneli ndi tovha muvenda//

If you gossip on my present no respond//
If it ain't about the deal I won't attend//
We've got a reason we don't talk I don't pretend//
Myself and God and then the 3rd it's gon be Rand//

Hook

Hands up
Am blowing up
Until I make I'll be working overtime
I can't stop 
I gotta pop
Am from the Ghetto now am heading to the top(X2) 




