H.O.C.

[Produced by The Drop] [Intro] H.O.C, H.O.C All the real smokers get me H.O.C [Verse 1] Everybody know I spit that other shit, shit that make you duck for cover shit Shit that make you hop out your seat and slap your mother shit Especially when Drop drop the beat I drop jewels like my nuts dropped out of my briefs Jump in the booth and shatter every rapper's dream They jump in a sauna because I killed their self-esteem That's a jab, you should bob and weave Like Pam when Martin pulled jokes out his sleeve I go in studio sessions and feel like a nerd Cause I'm the only nigga there not smoking no herb You telling me the kush make you think on level 4? I'm on 5, you saying that I can level more? In high school my teachers thought I was smoking stress Didn't know my eyes low cause of genetic defects I stimulate my mind every time I think about the end of time Creation of man and Columbine [Hook] Bet you think that this some high shit that I wrote Probably think I'm off the kush or hydro I don't even smoke, I don't even smoke I don't even smoke, I don't even smoke I really appreciate that you share your Indo But a sip of Henny is the farthest I would go I don't even smoke, I don't even smoke I don't even smoke, I don't even smoke [Verse 2] Look, nowadays everybody think they're big chiefers Just cause they heard that new tape from Wiz Khalifa Knowing damn well they can't hit the sour They're new booties, they probably need baby powder My skill shower over your city for 40 days 40 nights off the chain like freedom of slaves Before you get it twisted like 40 gays My flow worth the earth, that's not to be appraised Those the type of lines that I'm talking 'bout You know the type of rhymes you don't talk about Copy my session on a disc when the session ends So my momma can have it and play it for her friends Brag on me like "My son's 'bout to win Somehow some day and I don't care when" I might hit the gin once a month I'll let you inhale, like an atheist [Hook] [Verse 3] I'll take you back to the 9th grade When Dough Boy had me high for 4 days That's my nigga, he a street nigga Probably in your hood, fucking up your street, nigga But anyway I think it was some purple Told me "Don't hit it hard because it'll hurt you" I didn't listen, I was floating like the Rose Parade Swear to God a nigga seem some flying fishes That was the Vegas trip, Hooters sponsored The same time I start writing like a fucking monster I'm Frankenstein every time this mothafucka ponders Just underline every letter capital K-D-O-T Laying it flat out like a tire with slow leaks Now what you 'bout? Nothing, huh Am I a square cause I don't puff a square? Are my raps too blunt to hit the blunt? Yeah [Hook] [Outro] H.O.C., H.O.C All the real smokers give me H.O.C. (Bitch I'm blowed!)