Hands Up! (Clean) - GRIP

Lyrics by：Kyle Clow/Neal H. Pogue II/Khalil Abdul-Rahman

Composed by：Kyle Clow/Neal H. Pogue II/Khalil Abdul-Rahman

My lord my lord

They shootin' n***as down like it's '65

They shootin' n***as down like it's '68

They shootin' n***as down like the slave days

Wait

They shootin' n***as down like the slave days

I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK

I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK

N***a don't get trampled in this melee

N***a don't get trampled in this melee

Ya wanna stay safe

You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic

Me my n***as hotboxing in a box Chevy

It's goin' down I can see where hip hops headed

So put your hands up like a cop said it

Hands up

I need to see ya mothaf**kin' hands in the air

Hands up

And wave 'em from side to side like you just don't care

Hands up

Cops still gon' shoot us

Hands up

Hands up like you just don't give a f**k

N***as nursery rhymin' cat in the hat with a bunch of cap in they raps

Like they squeeze triggers I'll smack the f**k out these n***as

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 n***as makin' they lil lists

But next to Grip they don't exist they ain't built like this

N***as flexed up quick to blow a check on a b***h

Better get a Tec to protect the Patek on ya wrist

And for that s**t that's on ya neck n***as will take a risk

They tryna make a dollar stretch your lame a*s look like a lick

And real n***as ain't buyin' all that s**t 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 nothing in your lines 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 piece I hope I ain't come off as preachy but at least

I utilized my reach to hug every n***a out in these streets

I do it for love not credit and any beef I pray

You and your ops dead it but if not

You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic

Me my n***as hotboxing in a box Chevy

It's goin' down I can see where hip hops headed

So put your hands up like a cop said it

Hands up

I need to see ya mothaf**kin' hands in the air

Hands up

And wave 'em from side to side like you just don't care

Hands up

Cops still gon' shoot us

Hands up

Hands up like you just don't give a f**k