Verse 1 [HouThaMan] [Freeverse]
Uh
HouThaMan
Hotter than a summer jam
Colder than a winter dam
Tighter than a rubber band
Dust you n***as off my shoulder, land into a sweeping pan
And yeah, I'm a m**m, but you know a n***a still go H.A.M
Punchlines for days, swagger on stupid
Fell in love with the game, no help from cupid
Doing this on my own, what else can I say?
Just a young, troubled boy coming straight from VA
And I know you gotta work hard to make it in this game
I ain't struggling for the fortune, I at least want the fame
Telling my story for people like me, in the same frame
Mind Of A Menace so I'm lyrically insane!
All my life, I been in the fast lane
I can't wait to make it, when I'm popping champagne!
Verse 2 [Jay-R]
Yeah
I keep it real, never fake
Haters talk, b**hes hate
Pen and pad in my hand, I'm probably chilling by the lake
And I'm married to the game, I'mma take it on a date
And they say I've been the man 'for I hit the Grade 8
I'm on my skateboard grind, man f** one time!
We on our way to the top, and it count for every rhyme
And they say you coppin' dollars but you still chasing dimes
Amazing how strong, and we still unsigned!
Your presence's part time in the game, we permanent
Are we gonna make it? Yes sir, that's affirmative
Added to determine, sounded like I'm German
White boy in the game, I be yearning for my earnings
Flow sounded perfect but I'm far from it
I be eating all these rappers, filling up my tummy!
More about nothing, boy I'm all about something
I be chilling in the sky, but ain't nothing sunny!