Текст песни Hot Boy - Troy Ave

I wear icy gold chains, can't... me
Told you nias I wrote this st in
The jail
God is great, paper straight
You know the boy hot, get a
Thermometer
So baby girl, she want me inside her
On the road to riches, pushing my
Speedometer
Yelling go young nia, get your
Commas up
You know the boy hot, get a
Thermometer
So baby girl, she want me inside her
On the road to riches, pushing my
Speedometer
Yelling go young nia, get your
Commas up
On the road to success I pass many
With their thumb up
Bird ass nias come around when
The sun up
Im shining off grinding out here with
My ones up
You shot you dying motherfker
Don't run up
They act like they happy but sick to
They stomach
Nias hope my downfall gon be they
Come up
But that ain't the case, send it street
100
I'm only in here cause I keep it 100
That's some real nias, what you
Hear when I'm brung up
Oh shit I'm goin through another
Rapper with a hung up
To smoke my stress away you'll fk
Around and burn a lung up
She throat my stress away, open wild,
Lift her tongue up
I only put my faith in God cause
Nias be bluffing
When your back against the wall you
See everybody fronting
Wearing all Givenchy in the photos and
The news
Down to my slippers, try and walk in
My shoes
Gotta watch what you say talking to
Dudes
Cause nias be telling get to court
And see him too
Paid my lawyer fees and my bail and
My dues
Bout to pay and take my family on
Another cruise
Being a real man is the road less
Traveled
Responsibilities ain't never been a
Hassle
Nias want beef like they own a
White Castle
So nias come creeping they gonna
Hit gavels
All my raps is real, put my hand on
The Bible
My life is a movie all that's missing
Is a title
I be seen shooting out the end of a
Rifle
These are not for kids but the kid is
An idol
Pull up in some st and I let it run
Idle
Not a short paper player, money tall as
The Eiffel
Tower up at Lenny's, fk her when
I slide through
The clams and the oysters get her wet
As a bayou
Was drowning in sorrow now I make
My moms glad
Back in 9th grade sold drugs on... Ave
Young dope boy king choice transition
I see man who don't make change and
Then get missing
Lost in the system or lost where they
Dig em
A sentence feel worse than death
Depend on what they given
I was gone all this time you nias
Still ain't hot
You nias just rappers I real, they
Pop
King Troy everything real, they not
My art imitate life and not the other
Way, watch
No more doing nothing for nias off
The glove
No more coming through as a favor,
That's a dub
I don't wanna hear about no promo
Points and splits
I don't fk with artists who don't
Really live what they spit
And shit you shouldn't either
This is fake nia Ether
Troy Ave the realest nia coming out
His speakers
Out the East Coast, out the hood like
See ya
Crabs in the barrel, in my rear view,
Leave ya
So long, so long, so long
It's way too much shade, I'ma go
And get my glow on
Bih nia parade, go ahead and
Get your float on
God is great, my paper's straight and
So on
Free the real