(Intro)

Lets go!

Real Shit ****!

Too hot for ya, too hot for ya!

**** tripping off the wet flow

Hip Hop's a message but these **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** off and drop some verbal threats

I'm not a version of any other **** 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 **** be spitting

Man my mind is so gifted

But everyone is, dying for that dead prayers

Bitch I ain't the shit yeah

A ****'s still digestin'

(Outro)

If you didn't bop your head at the end of this song

Something's wrong with you