301 DEGREES

[Intro]
(Hey it’s just Curtis)

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch and I’m poppin’/
Really gettin’ rich no Roddy/
Dare a n*gga really try to stop me/
Drop a bitch like Bobby/
Black tint cruisin’ thru Gotham/
Fuck a Batman I’m Robin/
Sittin’ at the top gettin' lonely/
But sittin’ at the bottom gettin' boring/
So if I need it I got it/
N*ggas buyin’ scat packs only/
All of this pack that's on me/
Can’t fit in my pocket/

[Hook]
Rain or shine it still don’t matter they gon’ hate on me/
Bunch of words like sticks and stones just let shit go cuz birds gon’ tweet/
They say that they got your back then flip like rat that’s perjury/
But fuck it tho we burn shit up like 301 degrees/

[Verse 2]
Lately been back on my bully I’m fully aware that there's nobody better/
But basically biased like who am I to be comparing myself to the best just to say I’m thе greatest/
Sike I’m just playin’ I’m layin’ down layеrs and layers and layers of beats then I turn on the mic and I’m slayin’ them bitches/
Lyrik on the phone…what he say?/
Keep on slayin’ them bitches/
Bitch I’m not playin’ I’m vicious/
Call me Spike Spiegel im fearless/
Heart turned cold no feelings/
Bitch I’m too high no ceilings/
Bitch go wild gorillas/
Play that shit live no fillers/
Y’all fake product I’m realer/
Play that shit live no fillers/
Y’all fake product I’m realer/
Y’all fake product I’m realer/

[Hook]
Rain or shine it still don’t matter they gon’ hate on me/
Bunch of words like sticks and stones just let shit go cuz birds gon’ tweet/
They say that they got your back then flip like rat that’s perjury/
But fuck it tho we burn shit up like 301 degrees/

[Verse 3]
I’m from the 301 so we get baked like 301 degrees/
Shao you got one in the tuck you know keep some up the sleeve/
I done did this for a while I swear they still ain’t heard of me/
They been jockin’ on my style and act like they ain’t heard of me/
Oh son I’m fired up/
I been humble patient but the times up/
Livin’ in a world where I see n*ggas like me die young/
So I’m gon’ go get it on my grind huh/
It’s alotta people hatin’ well n*gga line up/

[Hook]
Rain or shine it still don’t matter they gon’ hate on me/
Bunch of words like sticks and stones just let shit go cuz birds gon’ tweet/
They say that they got your back then flip like rat that’s perjury/
But fuck it tho we burn shit up like 301 degrees/