Hands Up Songtext
von NF
Hands Up Songtext
A few words define my music
I′d say, it's pretty laid back...
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Yeah, I′m like Ali, when I write hooks
Get it, right hooks?
These songs are like the chapters of my life, and this is my book
You seein' me on these stages, goin' through a song, I′m turnin′ these pages
Turn the pages, welcome to chapter one of my life, crazy
Yeah, let's call it that, if ya′ll don't mind
I got a dope mind, with these dope lines
I don′t smoke, I'm in a cold climate
So ya′ll better hold on
They tellin' me that I'm loco
Um, tell me somethin′ I don′t know
Ain't that a clear picture, no photo
Yeah, clear pictures, no photo, huh
And yo, this ain′t about the photos, or the fame life
I kill my flesh and live for God, all in the same likes
So call me what you wanna, but I'ma do what I gotta, yup
And anybody got a problem, shh
Man, that′s real music
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Uh, yo, I started from the bottom, no Drake, though
Yeah, I came in the game, like,"Hello!"
I came in the game, like, "Let's go!"
Well, this beat, might break yo′ neck bones
But that's okay, okay
You ain't heard of me, then you so late
You just take a seat, at that cold plate
And let-let-let-let me explain
Yo, NF, be that logo
Capitol, be that label
If I see beats, on my table, I swear
I′ma eat the whole plate-full
And that′s my life
I write what I mean, so I might
Go a little bit cray, when I find mics
I ain't doing it, so I am in the limelight
′Cause that limelight, it ain't nothin′
Am I in this for the money?
Yeah, quit crackin' jokes
′Cause we all know this industry
Is known for cuttin' throats
And if this was all for money
I'da quit years ago
But it′s not, so turn me up
Until my ears explode
Let′s go!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Lemme see those hands up
Lemme see those hands up
Lemme see those hands up
Lemme see those hands up, hands up
Ohh, lemme see those hands up
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up
Where you at, where you at?!
Hands up
Wh-wh-wh-wh-where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
I′d say, it's pretty laid back...
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Yeah, I′m like Ali, when I write hooks
Get it, right hooks?
These songs are like the chapters of my life, and this is my book
You seein' me on these stages, goin' through a song, I′m turnin′ these pages
Turn the pages, welcome to chapter one of my life, crazy
Yeah, let's call it that, if ya′ll don't mind
I got a dope mind, with these dope lines
I don′t smoke, I'm in a cold climate
So ya′ll better hold on
They tellin' me that I'm loco
Um, tell me somethin′ I don′t know
Ain't that a clear picture, no photo
Yeah, clear pictures, no photo, huh
And yo, this ain′t about the photos, or the fame life
I kill my flesh and live for God, all in the same likes
So call me what you wanna, but I'ma do what I gotta, yup
And anybody got a problem, shh
Man, that′s real music
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Uh, yo, I started from the bottom, no Drake, though
Yeah, I came in the game, like,"Hello!"
I came in the game, like, "Let's go!"
Well, this beat, might break yo′ neck bones
But that's okay, okay
You ain't heard of me, then you so late
You just take a seat, at that cold plate
And let-let-let-let me explain
Yo, NF, be that logo
Capitol, be that label
If I see beats, on my table, I swear
I′ma eat the whole plate-full
And that′s my life
I write what I mean, so I might
Go a little bit cray, when I find mics
I ain't doing it, so I am in the limelight
′Cause that limelight, it ain't nothin′
Am I in this for the money?
Yeah, quit crackin' jokes
′Cause we all know this industry
Is known for cuttin' throats
And if this was all for money
I'da quit years ago
But it′s not, so turn me up
Until my ears explode
Let′s go!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Lemme see those hands up
Lemme see those hands up
Lemme see those hands up
Lemme see those hands up, hands up
Ohh, lemme see those hands up
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up
Where you at, where you at?!
Hands up
Wh-wh-wh-wh-where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Where you at, where you at?
Lemme see those hands up!
Hands up!
Writer(s): Tommee Profitt, Nate Feuerstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
