Hot Boy

I wear icy gold chains, can't no brass break me

Told you ****, I wrote this shit from the jail

God is great, paper straight

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

See baby girl, she want me inside of her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin', go young ****, get your commas up

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

See baby girl, she want me inside of her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin', go young ****, get your commas up

On the road to success, I pass many with their thumb up

Bird ass **** come around when the sun up

I'm shinin' off grindin', out here with my ones up

You try him, you dying, motherfucker, don't run up

They act like they happy, but be sick to they stomach

**** hope my downfall gon' be they come up

But that ain't the case, Center Street one hunnid

I'm only in here 'cause I keep it one hunnid

That's some real ****, what you hear when I'm brung up

The shit I'm goin' through, another rapper woulda hung up

To smoke my stress away, you'll fuck around and burn a lung up

She throat my stress away, open wide, lift her tongue up

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

So baby girl, she want me inside of her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin', go young ****, get your commas up

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

So baby girl, she want me inside of her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin', go young ****, get your commas up

I put my faith in God 'cause **** be bluffin'

When your back against the wall, you see e'rybody frontin'

Wearin' all Givenchy in the photos and the news

Down to my slippers, try and walk in my shoes

Gotta watch what you say, talkin' to dudes

'Cause **** be tellin' get to court and see him too

Paid my lawyer fees and my bail and my dues

'Bout to pay and take my family on another cruise

Bein' a real man is the road less traveled

Responsibilities ain't never been a hassle

**** wanna beef like they own a White Castle

So **** come creepin', they gonna hit gavels

All my raps is real, put my hand on the Bible

My life is a movie, all that's missing is a title

I be seen shootin' out the end of a rifle

These are not for kids, but the kid is an idol

Pull up in some shit, and I let it ring idle

Not a short paper player, money tall as the Eiffel

Tower up at Lenny's, motherfucker, when I slide through

The clams and the oysters get her wet as a bayou

Was drownin' in sorrow, now I make my moms glad

Back in ninth grade, sold drugs on Nostrand Ave

Young dope boy, king choice transition

I see men who don't make change and then they get missin'

Lost in the system, or lost where they dig 'em

A sentence feel worse than death, depend on what they given

I was gone all this time, you **** still ain't hot

You **** just rappers, I real, they pop

King Troy, everything real, they not

My art imitates life and not the other way, watch

No more doin' nothing for **** off the glove

No more comin' through as a favor, that's a dub

I don't wanna hear about no promo points and splits

I don't fuck with artists who don't really live what they spit

And shit, you shouldn't either, this is fake **** ether

Troy Ave, the realest **** comin' outta speakers

Out the East Coast, out the hood like, see ya

Crabs in the barrel, in my rear view, leave ya

So long, so long, so long

It's way too much shade, I'ma go and get my glow on

Bitch **** parade, go ahead and get your float on

God is great, my paper's straight and so on

Free the real

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

See baby girl, she want me inside of her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin', go young ****, get your commas up

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

See baby girl, she want me inside of her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin', go young ****, get your commas up

I wear icy gold chains, can't no brass break me

Told you