Hot Boy - Troy Ave

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

Told you niggas I wrote this shit in the jail

God is great, paper straight

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

So baby girl, she want me inside her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

So baby girl, she want me inside her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»

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

Bird ass niggas come around when the sun up

Im shinin' off grindin' out here with my ones up

You shot you dyin' motherfucker don’t run up

They act like they happy but sick to they stomach

Niggas hope my downfall gon' be they come up

But that ain’t the case, send it street 100

I’m only in here cause I keep it 100

That’s some real niggas, what you hear when I’m brung up

Oh shit I’m goin' through another rapper with a 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 her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

So baby girl, she want me inside her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»

I only put my faith in God cause niggas be bluffin'

When your back against the wall you see everybody 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 niggas 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

Niggas want beef like they own a White Castle

So niggas 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 missin' 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 run idle

Not a short paper player, money tall as the Eiffel

Tower up at Lenny’s, fuck her 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 9th grade sold drugs on (?) Ave

Young dope boy king Troys transition

I see man who don’t make change and then 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 niggas still ain’t hot

You niggas just rappers I real, they pop

King Troy everything real, they not

My art imitate life and not the other way, watch

No more doing nothing for niggas off the love

No more coming 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 nigga Ether

Troy Ave the realest nigga comin' out his 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 nigga 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

So baby girl, she want me inside her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»

You know the boy hot, get a thermometer

So baby girl, she want me inside her

On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer

Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»