BLACK CHANZY ft. Black Spirit Lyrics

Get your motherfucking hands up, get your motherfucking hands up

Get your motherfucking hands, get your motherfucking hands up

Get your motherfucking hands up, get your motherfucking hands

They wish, they could have my flow

I'm made of black, so I'm flawless

I'm never gon' keep it low, till the day I'mma afford a Rolex

Motherfucking hands up, get your motherfucking hands up

Get your motherfucking hands, get your motherfucking hands up

Get your motherfucking hands up, get your motherfucking hands

They wish, they could have my flow

I'm made of black, so I'm flawless

I'm never gon' keep it low, till the day I'mma afford a Rolex

Moments, moments

Flashback, retro at these moments

When these pussies niggas got me weird

I stayed focused, I never got touched by their comments

Many years later, the kid is now a grown men

Last week, met an ex G'

He was like « oh men, I made the wrong choice,

Now my sins are catching up with me like an omen « 

Can't battle with these niggas cause they too low

My rap breaks bonds like an outlaw

This real life, not Halo

Midfielder like Amad Diallo

Got a tunnel vision, It's my decision

I see every new day as a new mission

This rap shit is becoming one of my addictions

So never try to get on the way to my ambitions

(So never try to get on the way to my ambitions)

(This rap shit is becoming one of my addictions)

Get your hands up, and shout my name

Your hands up and shout my name, hands up, and shout my name

Get your hands up, and shout my name

Your hands up and shout my name, hands up, and shout my name

Get your hands up and shout my name

Tell 'em Chanzy's back in the game

Fuck these hoes and fuck the fame

Your niggas and I, we ain't the same

Proud to say, I merit everything that I got

I do my own thing and for the rest I pray to God

Versus my enemies, his angels serving me as guards

They ain't wanna me to shine, I know they faking 'em regards

Ama get your rappers in action, they insignificant like a fraction

Each track I drop causes an infraction

Mayday, I'm done, ready for the extraction

Black spirit's on the track, black house cd is killing the record

For me making these rimes so easy, like I've gotten a cheat code

Get your hands up, and shout my name

Your hands up and shout my name, hands up, and shout my name

Get your hands up, and shout my name

Your hands up and shout my name, hands up, and shout my name