[Intro]
Uh, yeah, uh
My Lord, my Lord, uh
Uh, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
They shootin' niggas down like it's '65
They shootin' niggas down like it's '68
They shootin' niggas down like the slave days, wait
They shootin' niggas down like the slave days
I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK
I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK
Nigga, don't get trampled in this melee
Nigga, don't get trampled in this melee

[Pre-Chorus]
You wanna stay safe? You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic
Me, my niggas hotboxin' in a box Chevy
It's goin' down, I can see where hip hop's headed
So put your hands up, like a cop said it

[Chorus]
Hands up (Hands up)
(I need to see ya motherfuckin' hands in the air)
Hands up (Hands up)
(And wave 'em from side to side like you just don't care)
Hands up (Hands up)
(Cops still gon' shoot us)
Keep your hands up (Keep your hands up)
(Hands up like you just don't give a fuck)

[Verse 2]
Niggas nursery-rhymin', Cat in the Hat wit' a bunch of cap in they raps
Like they squeeze triggers, I'll smack the fuck out these niggas
Some made a hit, most came and went, I didn't flinch
I played the long game knowin', in the end, I'd be bigger
I see niggas, makin' they lil' lists
But next to GRIP, they don't exist, they ain't built like this
Niggas flexed up, quick to blow a check on a bitch
Better get a TEC to protect the Patek on your wrist
And for that shit that's on your neck, niggas will take a risk
They tryna make a dollar stretch, your lame ass look like a lick
And real niggas ain't buyin' all that shit you kick
But the kids eat it up, that's when the plot gets thick
'Cause see, a kid'll learn a song before they learn how to read
So if it's nothin' in your lines, then how is they gon' succeed?
I know you gotta play the game, you got a family to feed
But if we shackle our own mental, then we'll never be freed
I said my peace, I hope I ain't come off as preachy, but at least
I utilized my reach to hug every nigga out in these streets
I do it for the love, not credit
And any beef, I pray you and your ops dead it, but if not

[Pre-Chorus]
You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic
Me, my niggas hotboxin' in a box Chevy
It's goin' down, I can see where hip hop's headed
So put your hands up, like a cop said it

[Chorus]
Hands up (Hands up)
(I need to see ya motherfuckin' hands in the air)
Hands up (Hands up)
(And wave 'em from side to side like you just don't care)
Hands up (Hands up)
(Cops still gon' shoot us)
Keep your hands up (Keep your hands up)
(Hands up like you just don't give a fuck)