Текст песни Bodied - Warm It Up Remix - N0va

They say I'm top 10 but I'm aiming for top 1
Play the game I'm so high In a plane like I'm top Gun
Tryna roast and take shots but They aim with a mock gun
My first album still slugging like it came with a shotgun
Girls love to talk about my ILL MIND Like HOP-Sin
5 albums Just starting best believe that I'm not done
Got a legacy to leave before I die from a spot lung
Been rocking a hot run this is the year of the N0va
Die for something or live for nothing the only choices
The great discussion - they quick to fussin - avoid the poison
A lonely voyage ya Ima give it a go
My glass half empty like my positivity low
Hey you better Listen N-o-V coming through ya radio
Ill never dumb it down, Ask for brain like some fellatio
You mumble rappers is my babies doe
Call me Papichulo - I aint paying child support to any crazy hoe
I'm father time and I'm fucking with mother nature
No rubber, so these days she Stay clear of the dumb behavior
Scratch the surface, like a bad case of the herp
It flaring up - pain is pleasure and you faking the hurt
Want forgiveness without showing yo face in a church?
We try to spread our roots find a place on the earth
I just... wanna settle
Born with a heart of metal
Sad to think it's the color black that we call the ketal
Way too many rappers with a link in they bio
No fans to listen cuz everybody sink in the nile
We treat the stu like its cinco de mayo
Slice da beat, chop it and serve it up like some pico de gallo

The Persian homie known to strike terror
Learned to hold the mike better
Never chose to fight fairer
My ex didn't like it dirty so I sidestep her
Lotta girls wanna be something? But cant be Mine? Never
I'm Quite Clever - Channel God with divine measures
Bars keep hitting against yo temple with a light pressure
I see the light - Mecca - the hype checker making light cheddar
I can Surf A storm I never need to wait for right weather
I gave yo girl a couple light tremors and
We found the meaning of YOUR TRASH IS MY TREASURE
Take her bra off - the fine leather - hang it on the door of yo wine cellar
A style setter everything hot like a fried pepper
Y'all try to punch away the truth but yo mind tethers
Fuck you know who rhyme better, work harder
Grind better under high pressure
Never had to have a hand out like a blind beggar

YEAH LET EM BREATHE FOR A MINUTE NOW
Civic lookin clean window tinted out
Music spitting clean for my spirit now
This is NOV BETTER LISTEN NOW
BODIED

Say I got a hold on the Woman's Body
Everybody biting flows and they Copy
Knockout Punches Hit hard Like I'm Rocky
Bomb Track like Kamikaze

This the track to get you tapped by illuminati
Red dots sniping shots at ya, so move ya body
The way we chop it up we acting like we knew karate
Made a career out of a dream and a stupid hobby
I'm feeling like I'm Cartel with the lines of coke
The weed straight afghani like my designer coat
My eyes looking Japanese everytime I smoke
All my colors overlapping like kaleidoscopes
These side effects never read em in the liner notes
But they be dumbing my style down like im a tiny boat
The art of rap? All you know's the Art To Choke
Yo mamma broke my mom's Gucci with the Prada tho
I never boast to my rivals or make a hoe suicidial
I never tote a gun never reloading a rifle
Its longevity bars and a Hope in survival
Cuz at nights I'm face to face with the ghosts of my idols

YEAH LET EM BREATHE FOR A MINUTE NOW
Civic lookin clean window tinted out
Music spitting clean for my spirit now
This is NOV BETTER LISTEN NOW
BODIED

Say I got a hold on the Woman's Body
Everybody biting flows and they Copy
Knockout Punches Hit hard Like I'm Rocky
Bomb Track like Kamikaze