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!