Lyrics Hot Chocolate (feat. Bad Mitchell) - K Hella

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 fuck 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