Put Yo Hands up

[Chorus]

Cuttin’ up the rug in the cut like what? (like what?)

This ain’t a Tesla, it’s a black Maybach truck

It ain’t my birthday but they hatin’ ‘cause I’m cakin’

If I pull up to the function, then you know it’s a vacation

Dancin’ in the moonlight, dancin’ in the moonlight

Ridin’ in a black Maybach truck, no Tesla

You know we ain’t ‘bout the talkin’, get to bussin’

And you know I ain’t pullin’ up ‘less it’s a vacation

 

[Verse 1]

Excuse my arrogance, self-righteous entitlement

That’s why they call it the Present—man, time is heaven-sent

Somebody tell Hov’ he should put me on the Tidal list

The ink from my pen be legendary, yeah I’m vital man

Your favorite rapper’s actin’, always cryin’ like they Vin Diesel

Rap-game trippin’, always claimin’ I don’t see 'em

This generation fake woke, brainless or remedial

I leave they mind blown, sixth sense—and the feelin’s mutual

I don't see dead people, I need bread, people

Like a prophet with a mission, I be spreadin’ out the sequel

I’m the leader, ain’t no mirror when I write a verse

All these scarecrows starin’ up, tryin’ to rehearse

So many skeletons in closets, it’s lookin’ haunted

Can’t kill ‘em with kindness ‘cause everybody’s a target

Talkin’ truth and logic but they never want the knowledge

Just like Khaled, swear they the best—stuck on an island

Ain’t tryna be a burden, tryna be a big tourist

Fool thought I meant flowers—I meant flyin’ like a purist

Yeah I’m talkin’ aircrafts, private with the business

When it comes to flyin’, I got badges, go and check the distance

Shoutout to my pen and pad , yeah, its a superhero

Don’t vibe with all my brothers, still I got love for my kinfolk

My girl a diamond in the rough, rare and bold

My neck lit like the Northern Lights—it’s cold

 

[Chorus]

Cuttin’ up the rug in the cut like what? (like what?)

This ain’t a Tesla, it’s a black Maybach truck

It ain’t my birthday but they hatin’ ‘cause I’m cakin’

If I pull up to the function, then you know it’s a vacation

Dancin’ in the moonlight, dancin’ in the moonlight

Ridin’ in a black Maybach truck, no Tesla

You know we ain’t ‘bout the talkin’, get to bussin’

And you know I ain’t pullin’ up ‘less it’s a vacation

 

[Verse]

My voice a Bugatti, A New Year’s Eve rooftop party

My future self still lookin’ out for me, My sixth sense, my G6 on autopilot

My conscience clear—like a calm-eyed scientist

My name a punchline for aspiring rhymers,

The coldest rapper in a heat wave

The greatest feature since Key & Peele days

Some days I’m feelin’ like Mike, Some days I might need some help

Some days I’m like Michael Phelps, Some days I think I’m Phil Knight

Some days I’m like D12, Some days I vibe with D12

Some days I just like to rebel, Some days I think I’m Ray Kroc

Some days I feel like the brokest rapper in a G6

 

[Outro]

Cuttin’ up the rug in the cut like what? (like what?)

This ain’t a Tesla, it’s a black Maybach truck

It ain’t my birthday but they hatin’ ‘cause I’m cakin’

If I pull up to the function, then you know it’s a vacation

Dancin’ in the moonlight, dancin’ in the moonlight