Automatic / Hot Box (Part 2)

[Verse 1: Grand Cee] First place... I'm doing this shit, so microphones can be ripped One of the Mic League's elite Lot of you pop niggas Yeah it's hard to stay afloat Fucking with the Lab Techs is even worse for your health [Chorus] [Verse 2: ] This ain't the tree life We ain't a rap group Extension of the Lord's word [Verse 3: ] Spit athletically trained game I spit till your whole staff is ashy And I ain't the type Ya'll done put the pressure on What you gon do when the camera's on you? [Verse 4: ] Frail niggas getting lost inside a couch crack So modest we record with the lights off They done did it dawg