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letra de handz up - unkle samm

we keep them handz up, we keep them handz up
we keep them handz up yeah
ayye, tony t on the track so let’s make it drop yeah

we keep them handz up, we keep them handz up
we keep them handz up the crowd is sayin’ woahhhhh
we keep them handz up, we keep them handz up
we keep them handz up you know it’s time to goooooo
we keep them handz up, we keep them handz up
we keep them handz up the crowd is sayin’ woahhhhh
we keep them handz up, we keep them handz up
we keep them handz up you know it’s time to goooooo

i just took a shot of self esteem, i chugged a bottle of confidence
shotgunned me some self -ssurance, now i’ma conquer all of it
poppin’ bottles of positive, just so you know i’m rockin’ it
bout to do a keg stand of courage, ’cause i’m gettin’ drunk on my c-ckiness
i got a lot of it, had to earn it kid, got the fans hungry i’m servin’ it
while y’all had the blunts and be burnin’ it, i was writin’ rhymes and i learn to spit
fresh to death, ya bestest bet
is to never look at me and expect a mess
i got reps of sweat on my chest and head
so every time i spit, you can catch the best

now let’s break it down like a bag of weed
you ain’t heard of me, well that’s a tragedy
y’all say “why?” why you askin’ me?
maybe ’cause my look ain’t flattering
but the raps is clean, see what’s happening
is i ain’t talkin’ bout no gats or bling
only ice i have is in my whiskey, but that really ain’t even the half of me
gotta stack some cheese, gotta laugh at these
ametuers act up actively
thinkin’ they got the juice, but theirs is fake
and mine squeezes out naturally
it’s called p-ssion b, and as for me?
perhaps it’s the raps that’s the captive king
i be glad to see the haters when i rap
in front of blacks, they all dappin’ me

my intent, is to invent and envision to anyone listenin’
to the people who got their dreams in a backpack thinkin’ their names worth mentionin’
got dreams of livin’ a life so great that everyday you got a pinch ya skin
got fans on deck and a followin’ so big that it’s longer than the grinch’s grin
all that wishin’ ends and ya livin’ it up
bands in ya pocket, cris in ya cup
got fans and friends that always hold ya down
and now it’s your turn to pick em up
take ya wish list and ya rippin’ it up
cause all the things you want you see
with a cigar and a gl-ss of ice and whiskey
i thank god cause i can’t take it with me

- unkle samm

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