Welcom to the morro, where it's all smoke and mearors The future's hazy, but I couldn't see clearer Turned off the radeo, and let my dial pivit Without her, these weed cooks and those pussy ass lyrics You see we always onto something, acted on a huntch, and now all the fun's been corrupted Fabrocated rockstars keep the keep they money pumpin Till they make the next coad, and then sell the budget Only a handfull on the level, drawing past the lines, ripping up the teacher's stensle Up in Vice City where the devil drive a rentle And these sketches lost angels where the number 2 pencel The medication's transidental, don't ask me where I got it, I ain't found it in a temple Took a couple tokes, and created something special Just to keep the devil away from my soul on one angle Put your motherfucking hands up, and all the real niggas stand up Said put your motherfucking hands up, now all the real niggas stand up Someone tell that nigga Dangermouse, he o me a beat A 2500 when he see me on the street I used to have this condo out in Southbeach Back when Plex, Wrek and Berns was all signed to South B Hopped out of bed this morning, put my cape on Took a shower, put my 2Pac face on La Purler drawers, with some fresh bathing apes on I'm lookin fly, feelin like my own ape song Mers for president, the campaine In the VIP with Bud Light, fuck your CHAMPAGNE Blue flanel button at the top of this white T Leanin like a cholo in this 60 dollar Nike Cortez cleaner than the pussy on a pornstar Only fuckin chicks mitionary, you's a poor boy I tryed to warn you, you gotta pay your doos, man Tryna make some babies, while I'm fuckin hoes to Wu Tang Put your motherfucking hands up, and all the real niggas stand up Said put your motherfucking hands up, now all the real niggas stand up Peter Piper picked a pack of purple peppers called Sriracha And broke it down into a 5th of Vodca, I got ya Blood moons and criptic messeges fill up a pressidents The mic just make you second guess the place you take your presidents Comin from rock bottom, AO, MI Headin west to scoop up Murs, in that pink Semi Shots poured, sippin on a Mescal Mula Skipped class, them highs and lows, Farris Weal Buler Keep my palm, known to break bones, in every state home Across the Misissipppy, they know we bring the gray tones And that's just why we keep one, jumpin like an elivator Then pumpin shit back up, just like a respirator Simpelton flows catch all the acolades Just in time to sit the family down for my matinee See something fearce is bruing in my soul But it keeps on bubblin, so it gotta go Put your motherfucking hands up, and all the real niggas stand up Said put your motherfucking hands up, now all the real niggas stand up