Whuts Hot

Ladies and gentlemen

And you say, Brick City

Yo, ay, what the blood clot?

You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not

I'm trying to hit the billboard with a buckshot

I'm in a trench, I ain't working from a desktop

Punk, I feel good

Boy, I'm still hood

I stand firm like I wish a nigga would

I'm built different, half nigga, half machine

And then hip hop, the bitch y'all done dragged the queen

I'm damn near 50, I don't need the homage

I can still drop an album and change the climate

I blow minds all the time, I'm sort of Nirvana

And women, I leave a swole, go ice shanana

Like Quincy Jones, my music is timeless

That willpower I drive, don't gotta lie, man

I damage your kids ears, gon' read the fine print

Y'all do anything for media content

Facts, I eat a lot, 'cause I'm a heavy hitter

Always ready, so I ain't gotta get ready, nigga

I'll flood your town, wash away the penny niggas

So tell mother nature I'ma break the levy with her

Ho do that bruh, this what I rap for

Ratchet combo homie, don't get clapped up

Brick City made me a winner, look at that bruh

The fire I'm spittin' leaving my lips, chapped (boss)

Since B-Boy Stance is in the boombox

With the blood clot

You ain't doin' hip hop

Ooh I can't wait until this drops

You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not

Ayy with the blood clot

You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not

I'm tryna hit the billboard with a buff shot

I'm in a trench, I ain't workin' from a desktop

Black on black crime, black on black nine

In my day, it equals platinum, black mines

Now the generation is full of millennials

And I ask, what the fuck is a millennial?

Either you live right, nigga, or die young

At any hour, I rush you for my soon young

A father figure, turn quick to a father nigga

Hits the phrase, are you a monkey or you gorilla?

There's B-boy stances in the boombox

With the blood clot, you ain't doing hip-hop

Ooh, I can't wait until this drop

You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not

Since B-Boy's stances in the boombox

When you blood clot, you ain't doing hip hop

You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not

Ladies and gentlemen

You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not

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