Im the hypeman motherfuckin hypeman

Lets get fuckin hype man lighters up and wave ya hands

Im the hypeman motherfuckin hypeman

Lets get fuckin hype man lighters up and wave ya hands

Me and whitegold hit the interstate ride 2 ya state

Check in the hotel wit a bottle then chill and wait

Whiskey to the neck then we head to soundcheck

Test the mics and make sure the muhfuckin DJ has the set

It sounds like shit in this fuckin bar and grill

We've performed at everything dawg imma keep it trill

Then we get some food new Promoter cooked it up

Know we had to get some addys know we had to get some bud

Luckily fans hooked it up yeah man look we pay for none

That's whats up now just roll a blunt and pour another fuckin cup

hit the green room if they got one

Do another fuckin shot son couple beers man imma shotgun now we ready to go rock on

Hit the stage through lights and fog and all the fans yellin jumpin cameras all pointed recording

Screaming straining vocal cords squirting water bottles on em

Spittin every word that whitegold has forgotten man the speakers motherfuckin knockin

Everybody smiling moshpits wildin no one fighting lights are blinding rhymin vibin final song and then we ridin to the fuckin

After party strip club or off too a house

For another paid feature for whitegold to knock the fuck out

Then its party party party lets all get wasted

Til the sunrise to the telly hella shit faceted

Catch a couple hours sleep then its back on the road

Im the Motherfucking hypeman so glad I was fuckin chose come on

Im the hypeman motherfuckin hypeman

Lets get fuckin hype man lighters up and wave ya hands

Im the hypeman motherfuckin hypeman

Lets get fuckin hype man lighters up and wave ya hands

Im the hypeman motherfuckin hypeman

Lets get fuckin hype man lighters up and wave ya hands

Im the hypeman motherfuckin hypeman

Lets get fuckin hype man lighters up and wave ya hands