Soul - Trap Interlude lyrics

(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