Hot Chocolate (feat. Bad Mitchell)

Hot chocolate in the winter We some winners And we just beginners I'm workin hard my fingers gettin blisters I'm not your youngin you can call me mister I met your sister and I kissed her but I'll never miss her (Uh) The clouds look different from my point of view My girl would never point at you (No) I'm who your ass appointed to Watch your mouth I just might get annoyed with you Make a noise you through (Get the f*ck outta here) I hope I never peak I'm tryna just get better every week Competition they're deceased Nice as me? That's a reach I'm the flyest that you'll meet Droppin so much content, people ask me if I sleep I'm all in til I win I gotta get it honest with my kin Tryna never sin again Keep the Lexus cop a Benz Save the other Benjamins You want a legend I am him Uh, This that fresh cup of coffee flow Wake up bright n early every mornin so I'm talkin slow Spend a couple minutes eatin waffles while I'm on my phone Wipe the crust up my out eyes n tell my girl I gotta go - While I'm on the road I ask myself what's the meaning of life, and I don't have the answer Why I gotta be impolite, instead of havin manners Why they doin things for the likes, like they don't have no standards If that's what they need to get hype, I'll never understand it Plus, what's the point of bein you if I am me? Way I see it, that's the definition of irony You can keep it, told you we the last of a dyin breed Life's like a two-way mirror I know they eyeing me I'm who they tryna be (Facts) I'm just bein honest From this angle, most these rappers look like premadonnas Talkin bout they need the pussy and they need the commas But they were sleep from the jump n really need pajamas Uh, that's why I'm fashionably late Flick the ash into the tray while I'm laughin to the bank Cause when I'm down on my last and can't catch a fuckin break I'll be rappin til my ass is in a grave, uh I'll be rappin til my ass is in a grave