Dyemond Lewis - Hot n***a lyrics

[Verse 1] In truth I'm just a cool cat If you want it then I got it, best believe that And if I got it I'll be low-key, A-flat They got powder on the stove no Ajax Flip a rack and get two pack that's how you make that paper stack Ain't nobody taught me I just learned it through the grinding n***as dying it's a shame, common sense just ain't that common Commas come and go and so do hoes and 90s like a warzone Man I'm rough around the edges, that make me a blood diamond? Either way I'm still a gem I hope my lungs take no offense My circle tight, I need no more friends I need-I need like a whole zip to myself, n***a Need the sticky icky, type to make you have to grab the scissors Sticky got her open, now she spread them legs just like a scissors If you got a cake and you can't twerk then I ain't f**in' with ya, Like that That's like having the mic and not rap That's like hearing this beat and not snap How could you not snap You know my name but believe me player I don't ever slack It's the super-duper stoner If I wrote and I said it then it's "D'oh" like Homer If you sleeping on my now then stay yo a** up in that coma I don't need ya, I don't want ya 47 packs a day of straight AK marijuana This easy though, R.I.P. to Steezy though He told my keep my third eye open Watch out for them sleazy hoes Joey that's my brother, if you need the follow up then let me know I got you covered, mane Progressive Era playa, that's who we are Just hit my connect over at G-Star I'm freestyling now, I'm having fun, sh** Buying drinks and I ain't even 21, b**h I just f**ed Cadi 'bout a week ago My mom caught me cause that b**h was screaming though [Outro] B4.DA.$$ mane Look out for B4.DA.$$, keep them eyeballs peeled, cuz It's the motherf**ing super slacker