Hands up, hands down
Do what I say now, don't disobey now
The crowd moves, the crowd boos
They don't want me, they want you

Yeah, in my shit hair
In my shit clothes
In my kicks though
I'm from a shithole
My bitch thick though
Myself ripped bro

Tell 'em how you really feel
'Cause I'm so for real
I don't make deals
I can't be bought, huh
They cut a check, huh
I ran off

I don't think I'm cool
I don't wanna be
My word is gold
In my city, what can you do for me?
(Nothing)

I'm not a rat, I don't race
Down there y'all run to keep in place
I never wanted to be anything
We only wanna keep living in our own dream

We're living, living like we're dead
You're living, living like the sickness in your head
I'm only guilty of surviving

You're all guilty of playing both sides and
Where there are zombies there are rats
And where I'm from rats get the ax

Big strap, huh
I'm known for that, huh (oh)
You throw rocks, huh (ooh)
You hide hands, huh (yeah)

My bitch got a ass like the moon (ooh), heh
She keep my pistol in her lap when we cruise
They gave me your dream (yup)

I laughed (hahaha)
They can't control me, huh
But they can't give me back
I don't play nice (no)
To pay rent (never)
I own all my shit

I don't pay a fucking cent (get fucked)
I don't play ball (no)
I play spades

Whenever I get locked up
For making plays
When I get out, huh
My whole crew there
We go fuck hoes

And shoot guns, we don't care
I'm from the Midwest (yup)
Industry ain't make me (no)
Not who they want me to be
That's why they hate me

You want attention (yeah), huh
You like places, huh
I'm king David, huh
I'm here for Satan

I'm not a rat, I don't race
Down there y'all run to keep in place
I never wanted to be anything

We only wanna keep living in our own dream
We're living, living like we're dead
You're living, living like the sickness in your head
I'm only guilty of surviving

You're all guilty of playing both sides and
Where there are zombies there are rats
And where I'm from rats get the ax

For real, for real, and I'm
For real, for real, and I'm
For real, for real, and I'm
I'm so for real

You like the big chain and that big grill
And those big wheel automobile
But when you get knocked and you get no appeal
You think you won't squeal?
I'm so for real

Kids dream about being you in ten years
Grown men see me in they nightmares
I love the smell of fear, I like the scent of tears
Got they Achilles heel
I'm so for real

For real, for real, and I'm
For real, for real, and I'm
For real, for real, and I'm
I'm so for real

Hands up, hands down
Do what I say now, don't disobey now
The crowd moves, the crowd boos
They don't want me, they want you
I never wanted to be shit

We only wanna keep living in our own dream
We're living, living like we're dead
You're living, living like the sickness in your head
I'm only guilty of surviving (I'm guilty)

You're all guilty of playing both sides and
Where there are zombies there are rats (bitch, bitch)
And where I'm from rats get the ax