Hands on My Hips

Rapping since the twelfth grade, was working at the theatre
Recording in the break room, and driving home my beater
Linking up with Strange 2ruth, Embargo and the homies,
Bagging up the green, and smoking it like cedar

I see the look in their eyes
I know I've changed, there ain't no reason to lie, look at the wave that I ride
Not smoking weed, but I'm still feeling so high, feeling Alive
Still got my hand on my hips, I'm gonna just go with the vibe
Hoping that we get together again, but if not I know I'll survive

I got some homies who don't really know me, they just know the person I was
Hitting me up when I'm dropping new music just hoping that I catch a buzz
I can't reward you as if you been with me, this whole time I been on the bus
I travelled this journey with just a few people, working, developing trust

I got my hands on my hips, I got my hands on my hips
I got my hands on my hips, I got my hands on my hips
I got my hands on my hips, I got my hands on my hips
I got my hands on my hips, I got my hands on my hips

A million people, and nobody knows what I'm worth
My family proud, as long as I keep up with work
I got a few homies who working so hard that they don't even know how to live
I'm grinding and party, feeling exhausted, I got my hands on my hips

I been on the come up, longer than I can remember
And everyone sleeping, waking up after September
But now I been eating, and you cannot sit at the table
Calling me brother or "fam", I'll be the Cain to your Abel

Hands on my hips, feeling so awkward, I've got them trembling lips
Hands on my hips, tired of all the advice, I don't need anymore tips, hands on my hips,
So out of breath from the weight on my shoulders, I got my hands on my hips



Credits
Writer(s): Jarret Coyle
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