Ground Up - Hot Like Sauce lyrics

[Verse 1: Malakai] Uh, I'm hot like sauce Got a slight cough Got a show next Thursday, I gotta take off Never give away a win, so I never take a loss And I can't hustle backwards No crisscross I need no drama Put the money in my hand When I, open my palm up man it's just business, Uh We in the back rollin' up Rizzlas Then we hop on stage and just vibe with the listeners But, before I say so long I like to sing a song I like to read a poem And when I'm dead and gone, I think I'd like to be a psalm No, I'd like to be a storm Driftin' off the coast I'm nice enough to boast but I do it less than most Here's a toast to a life unlike anything I've ever seen Solving hip-hop crimes in the mystery machine Write bars in my sleep cuz I wanna live a dream Just a stand-up guy who occasionally leans Yeah, so nothing is what it seems And I hate to admit it but we're movin' on in Evicting all tenants, skinny n***a gettin' bigga Like Popeye's spinach, yeah Finished my appetizer movin' on to dinner I'm warnin' all beginners Don't step on my tennis Little kid, still kiddin', this is grown man business Yeah, so watch your f**in mouth when you in ma mama' house Yeah, you better have respect I wake bake and get dressed no stress No stress (Talking) [Verse 2: Azar] Listen I'm hot like sauce Stop lights cross Spot lights on and the top flight costs Far from an intern, not quite boss I'm not quite lost, I'm not quite found But if you wanna' look search GROUND UP SOUNDS If you're back stage serve Ground Up rounds All of those who still give Ground Up frowns We can come through and leave your town shut dowwwwwn I reacted Now I give beats deep gashes Now I smell right wreak havoc Now I smoke right breathe magic Now I know life keep addin' Only one contest, no rematches You don't get a**istance, no Steve Nash's So I fell for a reason to stand Now I bring good friends and weed in the van, damn We the guys that you 'sposed to know Currently my home town is an open road- [Verse 3: Malakai] And I'm so about a dollar It's gotta be a problem I party but hardly, I'd rather lay low without a halo No he say she say cuz I say so And some say I'm an old soul Yea, and some stay sour like a lime no So-Co uh-oh uh-oh Bloody bare knuckles and a slight chuckle Can't hear ya little n***a, your mic's muffled Shhhhh, I'm hot like sauce (Talking)