Automatic / Hot Box (Part 2)

[Verse 1: Grand Cee]
First place...

I'm doing this shit, so microphones can be ripped

One of the Mic League's elite

Lot of you pop niggas
Yeah it's hard to stay afloat

Fucking with the Lab Techs is even worse for your health

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: ]

This ain't the tree life

We ain't a rap group

Extension of the Lord's word

[Verse 3: ]

Spit athletically trained game

I spit till your whole staff is ashy

And I ain't the type

Ya'll done put the pressure on

What you gon do when the camera's on you?

[Verse 4: ]

Frail niggas getting lost inside a couch crack

So modest we record with the lights off

They done did it dawg