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HOTBOX by Malz Monday

Release Date
Tue May 21 2019
Performed by
Malz Monday
Produced by
Soul.0
Writed by
Malz Monday

HOTBOX Lyrics

Uh, Yeah, Look

[Verse 1]
I’m antisocial, my antidote is some Henny soda
Don’t tell me lighten up nigga, I ain't Samy Sosa
I'm 'bout to cop a six-four Impala and then candy coat it
If I want it I manifest it the man's devoted
I am the coldest I spit a verse and the mics get frozen
No Ibuprofen you feel the pain when I write these notions
I might be chosen you listen and tell me who the goat is
They like to quote it it's like my era is from the golden
Jumpin' in these water nigga you gone drown or float
Ain't trying to ride no wave I told them "lemme drive the boat"
I'm bringing it back like a FUBU jersey and Tommy coat
I tell a peasant to dress me like King Jaffe Joe
You think I'm trickin' I got news for you hoe
I'm really stingy with this bread 'cause I ain't use to this doe
And I'm a king, we done made it out of the noose and the rope
So when I die bury me inside of a tomb full of gold
I ain't blowing all this bread I'm investing my racks
Most of these rappers acting rich but it's all really cap
I'm trying to pull up in that 'rarri with the trunk in the front
And nickname it Lil Nas got the horse in the back
Yuh, R.I.P to Nipsey he gave back to his city
He died a legend, put him next to Machiavelli and Biggie
You other rappers you won't even be remembered in twenty
'Cause your 15 minutes of fame up. I'm actually rare
You see I'm 'bout to take it bring it back to the era
These rappers ain't clapping they capping get you wacked like tiara
Ain't rocking designer no more, started my own apparel
Elma Fudd silly rabbit make you stare down this barrel

[Hook]
For real, for real, it's real, it's real
Don't give a fuck how a hater feel, don't care
I'm screaming free my homies out the cell
We just all out here trying to get them dollars bills
Who your favorite rapper is? He dead
Play with me and I'ma have his head, it's off
You care for the fame, me, I care for the bread
Can't get this money if you acting scared, nah

[Verse 2]
Riding in a hooptie on some hot box shit
These other rapper they a'ight, but they just not like this
Now I don't listen to these records if it not my shit
I've been humble way too long it's time to pop my shit
Don't bring your shortie around me she might get confiscated
Presidential the Rollie this my inauguration
I see them winning I get inspired I never hated
Destined for greatness you know this bomb been detonated
I regulate it you talk about it I demonstrate it
I'm spitting crack like it's from the era of Ronald Reagan
You newbies faded you too sedated to fuck with me
Who your favorite rapper I bury him wipe the shovel clean and cover the tracks we doubling back
Just to make sure you niggas know you ain't up in my class
They say I'm talking too fast you listening too slow
My critiques still can't even grasp how I'm flipping these flows
Break a P down to 16 and we zip up the O's
Or we just flip it whole sale that's a give it and go
You ever seen a nigga cook a whole brick on the stove?
Where the streets are really hot but the feelings so cold
Willing to go toe to toe with your life and your foes
Feelings like you bitched up in some juice with a knife in your nose
When niggas is dying in [?] what's the price on your soul
My uncle looked up in the feds doing time in the hole

[Hook]
For real, for real, it's real, it's real
Don't give a fuck how a hater feel, don't care
I'm screaming free my homies out the cell
We just all out here trying to get them dollars bills
Who your favorite rapper is? He dead
Play with me and I'ma have his head, it's off
You care for the fame, me, I care for the bread
Can't get this money if you acting scared, nah

[Interlude]

[Hook]
For real, for real, it's real, it's real
Don't give a fuck how a hater feel, don't care
I'm screaming free my homies out the cell
We just all out here trying to get them dollars bills
Who your favorite rapper is? He dead
Play with me and I'ma have his head, it's off
You care for the fame, me, I care for the bread
Can't get this money if you acting scared, nah
For real, for real, it's real, it's real
Don't give a fuck how a hater feel, don't care
I'm screaming free my homies out the cell
We just all out here trying to get them dollars bills
Who your favorite rapper is? He dead
Play with me and I'ma have his head, it's off
You care for the fame, me, I care for the bread
Can't get this money if you acting scared, nah

HOTBOX Q&A

Who wrote HOTBOX's ?

HOTBOX was written by Malz Monday.

Who produced HOTBOX's ?

HOTBOX was produced by Soul.0.

When did Malz Monday release HOTBOX?

Malz Monday released HOTBOX on Tue May 21 2019.

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