I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Closing on my destiny undoubtedly
So f*ck having a team
I got my family, they follow me
I listen to them
Every time they talk to me
Especially in privacy
I tell em talk a walk with me, look
It's been a journey
Seen, two corners of Hades
Checkered floors in the middle
Pit full of burning babies, but still
You don't feel me
No books, no education
Just a hatchet and a
Hockey mask, pacing
Front lawns cross burning
All white everything
Writing like the spirit in me
Put that on everything
Bossed up early
Been worn and gave a wedding ring
Caddy, house, lost it
And somebody robbed my office man
Still, I'm the realest nigga breathing
Don't believe em
Touch me?
Partner, best believe I'm getting even
It's four, six, eight, ten
Coming out with sparks
I seen my darkest days
That's a walk in the park, now pop a bottle for my
Hard days long nights
No food no lights
This is why I
Felt like
Letting go
No choice, at all
If I ever wanna ball
Then I gotta work this grind
Until
I'm on
And even then when
I'm on
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
Sometimes I feel like letting go
When the money coming slow
Then I see my daughter face
It look like Daddy
"Aye yo!"
Then I grab the yayo
Burner scale, aye let's go
Tried to grab the college book
Gave life the college look
Tried to do the modest thing
Do you know a modest king?
Modest watch
Modest ring
These ain't come from
Modest means
Remember the nights
When the stove
It used to keep me warm
Nigga talk money like
Words from Miss Maya's poems
They say the hand itch
When you need that money fix
So I'm like Jaba Chamberlain
When you need that coke pitched
Hands to the sky
Cause we never broke bitch
Mass had a plan
To put his mans on
But I can't hold his hand
Because his mans grown
Just remember I'm like Randy
When the pass thrown
The beats Tom Brady
F*ck it Mass, you Belichick
The hook sing the reason
Why us niggas get a check
Hard days long nights
No food no lights
This is why I
Felt like
Letting go
No choice, at all
If I ever wanna ball
Then I gotta work this grind
Until
I'm on
And even then when
I'm on
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
Hands Up (feat. Robs) Video (MV)
Performed By: Jahmann Massey
Language: English
Length: 3:50
Written by: Jahmann Massey, Terence Robinson
Jahmann Massey - Hands Up (feat. Robs) Lyrics
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I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Closing on my destiny undoubtedly
So f*ck having a team
I got my family, they follow me
I listen to them
Every time they talk to me
Especially in privacy
I tell em talk a walk with me, look
It's been a journey
Seen, two corners of Hades
Checkered floors in the middle
Pit full of burning babies, but still
You don't feel me
No books, no education
Just a hatchet and a
Hockey mask, pacing
Front lawns cross burning
All white everything
Writing like the spirit in me
Put that on everything
Bossed up early
Been worn and gave a wedding ring
Caddy, house, lost it
And somebody robbed my office man
Still, I'm the realest nigga breathing
Don't believe em
Touch me?
Partner, best believe I'm getting even
It's four, six, eight, ten
Coming out with sparks
I seen my darkest days
That's a walk in the park, now pop a bottle for my
Hard days long nights
No food no lights
This is why I
Felt like
Letting go
No choice, at all
If I ever wanna ball
Then I gotta work this grind
Until
I'm on
And even then when
I'm on
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
Sometimes I feel like letting go
When the money coming slow
Then I see my daughter face
It look like Daddy
"Aye yo!"
Then I grab the yayo
Burner scale, aye let's go
Tried to grab the college book
Gave life the college look
Tried to do the modest thing
Do you know a modest king?
Modest watch
Modest ring
These ain't come from
Modest means
Remember the nights
When the stove
It used to keep me warm
Nigga talk money like
Words from Miss Maya's poems
They say the hand itch
When you need that money fix
So I'm like Jaba Chamberlain
When you need that coke pitched
Hands to the sky
Cause we never broke bitch
Mass had a plan
To put his mans on
But I can't hold his hand
Because his mans grown
Just remember I'm like Randy
When the pass thrown
The beats Tom Brady
F*ck it Mass, you Belichick
The hook sing the reason
Why us niggas get a check
Hard days long nights
No food no lights
This is why I
Felt like
Letting go
No choice, at all
If I ever wanna ball
Then I gotta work this grind
Until
I'm on
And even then when
I'm on
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
Closing on my destiny undoubtedly
So f*ck having a team
I got my family, they follow me
I listen to them
Every time they talk to me
Especially in privacy
I tell em talk a walk with me, look
It's been a journey
Seen, two corners of Hades
Checkered floors in the middle
Pit full of burning babies, but still
You don't feel me
No books, no education
Just a hatchet and a
Hockey mask, pacing
Front lawns cross burning
All white everything
Writing like the spirit in me
Put that on everything
Bossed up early
Been worn and gave a wedding ring
Caddy, house, lost it
And somebody robbed my office man
Still, I'm the realest nigga breathing
Don't believe em
Touch me?
Partner, best believe I'm getting even
It's four, six, eight, ten
Coming out with sparks
I seen my darkest days
That's a walk in the park, now pop a bottle for my
Hard days long nights
No food no lights
This is why I
Felt like
Letting go
No choice, at all
If I ever wanna ball
Then I gotta work this grind
Until
I'm on
And even then when
I'm on
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
Sometimes I feel like letting go
When the money coming slow
Then I see my daughter face
It look like Daddy
"Aye yo!"
Then I grab the yayo
Burner scale, aye let's go
Tried to grab the college book
Gave life the college look
Tried to do the modest thing
Do you know a modest king?
Modest watch
Modest ring
These ain't come from
Modest means
Remember the nights
When the stove
It used to keep me warm
Nigga talk money like
Words from Miss Maya's poems
They say the hand itch
When you need that money fix
So I'm like Jaba Chamberlain
When you need that coke pitched
Hands to the sky
Cause we never broke bitch
Mass had a plan
To put his mans on
But I can't hold his hand
Because his mans grown
Just remember I'm like Randy
When the pass thrown
The beats Tom Brady
F*ck it Mass, you Belichick
The hook sing the reason
Why us niggas get a check
Hard days long nights
No food no lights
This is why I
Felt like
Letting go
No choice, at all
If I ever wanna ball
Then I gotta work this grind
Until
I'm on
And even then when
I'm on
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
I keep my hands up
Cause we made it
Writer: Jahmann Massey, Terence Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid