Trap Interlude

(Intro)
Lets go!
Real Shit Nigga!
Too hot for ya, too hot for ya!

[Verse 1: $oul]
Niggas tripping off the wet flow
Hip Hop's a message but these niggas act forgetful
I ain't from a coast, cause I'm never prone to coastin'
They just boastin', cause they got all it all
I'm overdosin' on this music like it's alcohol
Bring some more bottles, and some columbian bitches
Delgato
Ah, this music got me on beast mode
Pressure's heavy like that nigga from the east coast
They created the game, but I got the cheat codes
Flow's hotter than bitches tanning in summer time
300 degrees outside this everyday where I live
I'm like the nigga who got rich, without a college
Call it a rap career, golden sheets on master beds
With bitches everywhere
Call it a queer's nightmare
But that's the dream for me
Cruisin' like I'm Eazy E
Mom never believed in me
But I'm not gettin' on the subject
This is not a club hit
It's me revealing myself with the realest of beats
The fans are not easy to please
Circle round them like 360 degrees
I'm running shit they paralyzed from there feet to there knees
They expecting to win this shit, with little effort
I'm expecting to sell, over a million records
Hard work equals hard cash
I ain't gonna be some nigga, paying for a bus pass
This ain't a game, man this shit's war
Every day I'm laboring to be the victor
You either like this shit or not I write for me alone
Every time I see a road I pave the way
My dreams are for this stimulation, in this for a year and now its still amazing
Tryna' create some real shit that's dope and innovative
I hope I cope with getting famous cause my shits be blazing
I know to get that payment, means I'll have to work to death
But I just wanna piss niggas off and drop some verbal threats
I'm not a version of any other nigga alive
Tryna' be the last one standing I'm twisting they thighs
Just to get rid of these guys
Man my vision is twisted
I'm a lyrical misfit
Cause I don't say the same shit that these nigga be spitting
Man my mind is so gifted
But everyone is, dying for that dead prayers
Bitch I ain't the shit yeah
A nigga's still digestin'

(Outro)
If you didn't bop your head at the end of this song
Something's wrong with you