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