Kazmi - Hotspot lyrics

Hotspot (Verse 1) Pardon the aroma the dope potent like old cheese Rolling blowing OG got me high up in the nosebleeds Flowing like some poultry that are poorly cooked with no heat Pouring codeine slowly floating as I go over the smokescreen By these hoes at shows we throw, while these rappers bore me slow Will surely go Below the scope I'm Kony to these phony foes Woah My Game is tight, for this life I've paid the price I'm that n***a, I'm that n***a, betta f**in say it twice Sharper than a stainless knife that's aiming making heinous strife Painless cuz I'm faded vagrant and brainless in basic rife Your dame is nice, she praised my pipe praying that she stay the night Ain't saying I'm a sadist but the face she made was gracious I... Shouldn't say that it's irrelevant to what matters When prevalently tested in my presence you will shatter My excellence make methodists question testaments and ratter You're hesitance desolate by my celebrant laughter n***a them checks what I'm after dead presidents too So you're repetitive chatter ain't a threat to my moves This that exigent smatter that make you step to your doom As I'm addressin your natter and the Elephant in the room like.. (Chorus) Everywhere I go they ask why I'm hot shot Cuz I'm so Whyreless that I'm my own hotspot Yeah I'm my own f**ing hotspot Gunnin for that top spot til the clock stop n***a (2x) (Verse 2) b**hes always wanna ask for the pa**word After I smash her backwards I pa** her before she plastered The f**in master at pa**ing packs off that pasture A rapping hazard feeling like Casper wearing the mask (Wait wait.. What the f** does that even mean....) well who the f** invited you?? I heard all of yo f**ing songs like what the f** does lying prove? Jiving in yo rhymes for why, I wouldn't have the slightest clue?! Whining crying cuz we shining without even trying to My router what arouse her Turn her on for hours and she surfing on my browser Peaches stay sweet that's why I'm thieving like I'm bowser Gotta give her a hand at how her hands are down my trousers and uhh.. (Change up) Facing a case for defacing some property Blamed for Spraying some paint and evading properly Hate to say this game we play called life's just a monopoly The ways in gaining fame from shame are like winning the lottery I try my best to not let adversities Bother me Provided sessions of sess or whatever people offer me To often off the doubts when questing success as the Top MC Then I Get to Questioning Who discography as hot as we? Not a collective really not a collective Just a lot of my brethren who view the top as our section Ain't Copping pleas I'd rather cop G's as you copping our Records Reckon the cops be clocking me as they stopping me for my record I'm screaming f** that! I need that money For doing these songs my n***a Plus tax Been doing shows for free for way too long my n***a Trust that I always carry my team and my city like a hump back But being in the dmv no one know where the love at Most are either throwing shade or tryna scheme Ignoring the pain while In Pursuit of the Finer things Condoning lames that's just be rapping for the f** of it's A growing shame and I'm just laughing like good luck with it This more genuine than most of these actors Claim to be a veteran without ever being a factor You n***as is settling while greatness is just what I'm after Talkative or talking sh** man I don't know what is sadder (Outro) I Gotta duffle full of troubles so I hustle out of my struggles digging deep trying to find some meaning And As I stumble thru this jungle putting together the puzzle i ain't even got all the pieces So Where I'm gon go? (so where I'm gon go) So what I'm gon do? (so what I'm gon do) All I got's is my phone (All I got's is my phone) And I'm just tryna find you Said I'm just tryna find you (3x)