Curren$y - Sole Man lyrics

[Hook:] H-O-T spitta H-O-T spitta H-O-T spitta H-H-O-O-T-T spitta, I can't be compared to these n***as [Verse 1:] Back in the days in the city of New Orleans Before we had a basketball team called the Hornets The hustlers on the block was the only ones balling Every day I saw 'em floating something that I wanted Riding up the block, top dropped, engine roaring Pitch a little kid twenty bucks to wash it for 'em I used to sit on the block and listen to 'em talking About how expensive it was to ride foreign Those I admire added fuel to the fire But when Soulja Slim came up, I really got inspired Switched it into overdrive when I heard him rhyming Then my brother got a deal and then I figured that I could and then I did But it's kind of crazy in the music biz Chances slim, they're shady in the music biz Props to Eminem because he made it in the music biz Walked my eight mile in the land of the Katrinians I got a style that a lot of people don't get But hipsters and skateboarders digging it It's funny how I'm making money from this written sh** In elementary they tried to fail me for my penmanship Now I'm thinking through the ink and it's making me rich But executive infections is making me sick Antibiotics to fight it, yeah, I'm taking the sh** My doctor prescribed it, I tried it, I'm shaking and sh** I read the same rap handbook as Q-Tip The part that hit me the hardest said this: "Industry Rule #180: the one's you think are helping are hating, " Watch your back whenever you're stepping out If you bring the j**els out, you better bring the weapons out And if you walk into a room, be cool, knowing you the dude everybody's checking out [Hook] [Verse 2:] Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am Spitta gets you instant cash like a money gram Curren$y the hot spitter, high grade pot getter You broke? Still copping smoke by the gram Went dumb when I got my first hundred grand (dumb) Blew it all on kicks for me and my fam (dumb) Ran through it in a week, I was behaving like the loot wasn't a advance In full swing like a pimp's backhand Got it out for these jokers like Batman Shoot for the moon dude, because even if you miss In the midst of the stars is where you'll land Hella cool, I grew up around hooligans I did my dirt but I was nerdy with the foolishness I rigged snack machines for free cash and drinks Got into trouble, my mama got me back in school again Now I'm all grown up, trying to be blown up King Kong billboard signs gone up Bearing my likeness, no one is like this King of the kicks, your royal dunk highness I'm after the treasure like pirates No matter the weather, we climb over the climate F.S. Jetset pilot, flow I'll, snatch fly airborne virus [Hook]