Trap Interlude

(Intro) Lets go! Real Shit Nigga! Too hot for ya, too hot for ya! [Verse 1: $oul] Niggas tripping off the wet flow Hip Hop's a message but these niggas 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 bitches Delgato Ah, this music got me on beast mode Pressure's heavy like that nigga from the east coast They created the game, but I got the cheat codes Flow's hotter than bitches tanning in summer time 300 degrees outside this everyday where I live I'm like the nigga who got rich, without a college Call it a rap career, golden sheets on master beds With bitches 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 shit they paralyzed from there feet to there knees They expecting to win this shit, with little effort I'm expecting to sell, over a million records Hard work equals hard cash I ain't gonna be some nigga, paying for a bus pass This ain't a game, man this shit's war Every day I'm laboring to be the victor You either like this shit 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 shit that's dope and innovative I hope I cope with getting famous cause my shits be blazing I know to get that payment, means I'll have to work to death But I just wanna piss niggas off and drop some verbal threats I'm not a version of any other nigga 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 shit that these nigga be spitting Man my mind is so gifted But everyone is, dying for that dead prayers Bitch I ain't the shit yeah A nigga's still digestin' (Outro) If you didn't bop your head at the end of this song Something's wrong with you