(Intro)
Lets go!
Real sh** n***a!
Too hot for ya, too hot for ya!
[Verse 1: $oul]
n***as tripping off the wet flow
Hip Hop's a message but these n***as act forgetful
I ain't from a coast, cause I'm never prone to coastin'
They just boastin', cause they got all it all
I'm overdosin' on this music like it's alcohol
Bring some more bottles, and some columbian b**hes
Delgato
Ah, this music got me on beast mode
Pressure's heavy like that n***a from the east coast
They created the game, but I got the cheat codes
Flow's hotter than b**hes tanning in summer time
300 degrees outside this everyday where I live
I'm like the n***a who got rich, without a college
Call it a rap career, golden sheets on master beds
With b**hes everywhere
Call it a queer's nightmare
But that's the dream for me
Cruisin' like I'm Eazy E
Mom never believed in me
But I'm not gettin' on the subject
This is not a club hit
It's me revealing myself with the realest of beats
The fans are not easy to please
Circle round them like 360 degrees
I'm running sh** they paralyzed from there feet to there knees
They expecting to win this sh**, with little effort
I'm expecting to sell, over a million records
Hard work equals hard cash
I ain't gonna be some n***a, paying for a bus pa**
This ain't a game, man this sh**'s war
Every day I'm laboring to be the victor
You either like this sh** or not I write for me alone
Every time I see a road I pave the way
My dreams are for this stimulation, in this for a year and now its still amazing
Tryna' create some real sh** that's dope and innovative
I hope I cope with getting famous cause my sh**s be blazing
I know to get that payment, means I'll have to work to d**h
But I just wanna piss n***as off and drop some verbal threats
I'm not a version of any other n***a alive
Tryna' be the last one standing I'm twisting they thighs
Just to get rid of these guys
Man my vision is twisted
I'm a lyrical misfit
Cause I don't say the same sh** that these n***a be spitting
Man my mind is so gifted
But everyone is, dying for that dead prayers
b**h I ain't the sh** yeah
A n***a's still digestin'
(Outro)
If you didn't bop your head at the end of this song
Something's wrong with you