[Verse 1]
Aiyyo, all you are is Judas
Til you prove me wrong
All the shaking hands are they ? ?
I don't get it
This liquid Sunshine's got me drinking up the store
Flushing all my dreams down the bottom catch me on the floor
Let the rain hit, tryna keep the flame lit
Wake up in the morning feel the train hit
I'm alive but kicking I could pull through it
Got a couple bruises but I'm used to it
I was handcuffed 'bout to chew through it
Take a walk inside my Air Max's we could trade places man
And still got the same laces while the sways faded
You could take the snare out, I got some things to air out
I don't open doors or pull no chairs out
I don't shave my head I pull my hair out
I'm swervin' in the same lane range, raining
Ain't playing while you're tryna stay sane
While you're tryna maintain load'em up and take aim
I ain't here to play games, we don't feel the same pain
Everybody tryna judge my life keep your nose in your own biz
Why don't you worry 'bout your own kids
Man I'm just a bad photo breaking out the frame
It's the year One-Six and all my problems still remain

[Chorus:] x4
Throw your hands up
My life is a roller coaster
Throw yo' mothafucking hands up!
(Mic check. Mic mothafucking check!)

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I know this roller coaster's hard to stomach
Catch me at the liquor store
While I'm watching all this garbage plummet
It's hard to stay devoted when there ain't no profit from it
I love this M.C shit but I'm starving from it
I'm tryna keep from going belly up
And even when that happens ain't nobody gonna help you up
You wanna short my cash? I'll leaving suckaz on the floor
Give a fuck if you promoters make no money at the door
Yo its' all about the guap stick'em up it's only racks I see
Is 30 bitches or silver enough to turn your back on me?
You should've forfeited
Put a cork in it, stick a fork in
I'll take my city with no pork in it
Chip off the old block
Glad I got to know you
Here's a couple things you need to know
If I ain't there to show you
Ain't nobody got your back when you're rolling in a bunch
Never turn the other cheek always swing the first punch
Never spill the whiskey anytime that you're pouring it up
If you can count your friends on one hand that's more than enough
Man, never sell your soul for a buck!
Never wife a hoe out, just do it for the fuck
But you don't wanna be like me I'm probably gonna die alone!
And I don't got nothing going for me but a microphone
I'm hanging by the ropes but they ain't coming for my spot
I'm holding on tight man these rhymes are all I got
[Chorus:]
Throw your hands up
My life is a roller coaster
Throw yo mothafucking hands up!
(Mic check. Mic mothafucking check!)