Keep Your Hands High

Uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh

Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches

The prestigious, can't just speak this

Really shit, flooded pieces, my hand releases

Snatches, smack your cabbage, half-ass rappers

Shouldn't have it, so I grab it, never run

The outcome, is usually, a beatdown

Brutally, fuck who you be or where you from

West or East coast, squeeze toast, leave most

In the blood they layin' in, ask Trey and 'em

Oh shit, I suppose it's, time to go schitz

Flip a line and get the show lit, you clown niggas hold it

Down, your flow lacks, just so you know that

We can battle for days like old cats

Black, you're dealin' with a throwback, winnin' like straight jacks

With a wide range of rhymes, tame

My lyrics they bang like migraines, nigga my name's

Trey the Terrible, Philadelph Wild Child incredible

Too sick for medical attention, people listen

It's verbal ascension, like Maxwell many dimensions

Float over tracks well, mic's in critical condition

Killin' your Mac cell, unveil lyrical skills unknown

For my peoples with illegal cellphones

And real MC's, let's bring it back home

Live from the 2-1-5, L.R.'s the backbone

In charge, and heavily armed like Brentford

You facade niggas stay down

Biggie make 'em hit the floor face down

What, what, what, them rings and things

You sing about, bring 'em out

It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth

It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented

But they wasn't, so run it, cousin

I can chill, the heat doesn't

Ran up in your shell about a dozen

You never see bank like Frank White, G hand clutchin'

Your chest plate, contemplate, you 'bout to die

Nigga wait, keep your hands high

If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high

Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive

So you know, it's Trey and B-I

G, schemin' on your cream, why try?

Keep your hands high

You don't wanna die, keep your hands high

Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive

So you know, it's Trey and B-I

G, schemin' on your cream, why try?

Keep your hands high

Ayo it's showtime, so I'mma blow nines, into your spine

'Til what's yours is mine, you know what this is

Bag the Benjamins with all your riches

How quickly the milli turns willies to bitches

Controllin' your fate, a hole in your plate

Fuck the show dates, I want the whole safe

The squad's harassin', all of y'all niggas who flashin'

We doin' this the Trey Lee way, delay

Then nigga we spray, no ignorin' us, me and Notorious

Uhh, uhh, I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys

Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed

Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks

Fuck that hip-hop, them one-twos, and your dope stops

Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and C's advance

Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants

From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion

Bitches get naked off "Get Money," "Player's Anthem"

Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits

Other shit, niggas spit be counterfeit, robbin' come naturally

In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me

Make his chest rest where his back should be

Talkin' blasphemy, blastin' me, your family

Rest in coffins often, Frank Wiz-uh

Far from soft or frag-illa, play hard like Reggie Miller

Rapper, slash, dope dealer, slash, gorilla

Slash, illest turned iller

So nigga keep your hands high

Run all your so-called possessions, links with baguettes and

Keys to your Lex' plus the mink your shorty's dressed in

A full jack maneuver, don't nobody move

Just the moolah, it's R-N-F and Junior

Mines runnin' through you like Kahlua

And rum sonny you fly, niggas with the fo'-five

For true lies, you brought out the real nigga in me

Now I'mma cock the semi watch you strip like Demi

If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high

Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive

So you know, it's Trey and B-I

G, schemin' on your cream, why try?

Keep your hands high

You don't wanna die, keep your hands high

Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive

So you know, it's Trey and B-I

G, schemin' on your cream, why try?

Keep your hands high

If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high

If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high

If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high

If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high

If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high