Hot Box

[Intro: DJ Drama]

Oh yeah, DJ Drama

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$ & DJ Drama]

I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)

I'm still going, gangster

I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)

Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell

When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's

[Verse 1: J.I.D]

Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like I stepped in some shit

Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip

J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted

I'm finna hit the zip lick for zip-lock bags so keep your lip zipped

Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil

Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag

He be high as fuck in a minute, and that's a good bag

I got it from my Cali plug and she's a dentist

Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it, no look pass

That's too gassy, sulfuric acid, girl you nasty

Now the lips of this spliff is like wet as shit from your lipstick

You could just have it, but you still got a fatty

Still managing to come up with the magic in the true fashion

J.I.D Milly Rockin' through the madness (Madness)

Silly cockroaches don't forget the Glock is closer to me

So when you approach him or greet him do it with caution (Caution)

We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up

Stay away from them niggas tryna sneak Cosby in your cup

Told you one time, I ain't gon' do no molly with you but

You so fine, I'd try and do some molly off your bu-, heheheh

I ain't tryna sabotage your killer vibe

I made a joke so I can hide what it is I really feel inside

But in your mind, I be wildin' and I'm high out of my mind

[Interlude: DJ Drama]

M-E-T-H

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Ayy, look

Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up

My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough

They bad but that ain't good enough

They mad 'cause they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up

Taraji out in line, giving cookies up

Plug in my supply, need a jumper cable, why?

Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (Lie)

Who won't shush me up, I heard he got that fire

Gon' kush me up, I'm gone

Push me up, mister how high, that I can kiss the sky

Gon' look me up

She pushing up her bra, like cookies looking kushy in the jar

Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow

See police be tryna book me 'cause they put me in Segal

You's a rookie, I'ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car

I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed

'Cause you see his THC is not correct, I think he should not collect

Not upset, I ain't trippin', what, he pitchin' out his best

Should be glad my hand is gripped around his spliff and not his neck, yes

This not a bogie, you already know the smell

Not that codeine, I heard that lean is deadly for your health

If you know me, then know that I already got some L's

Of some OG, so you can smoke that Reggie by yourself

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]

Ha, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)

I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)

Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell

When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]

Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail

J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out

They studying the methods, tell them, "Class in sesh now"

I'm a walking legend walking with my chest out

Please babe don't you push me 'cause I'm off the edge, dawg

My sonics got me politicin' with them hedgehogs

You hooked up on my findings, I'm hooked on this chemdawg

I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald

Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back spazzin'

Chain too heavy, it's giving me back spasm

Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all pessim'

I rides the beat until it have a bargasm

Pregnant pause (Uh, uh)

Bitch I might shoot the club up

I'm way too raw, I'm going in without a rubber

I'm smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell

While I hold this Mac-11 screaming, "Fuck twelve"

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]

I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)

I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)

Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (You can't tell)

When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's (Face L's)

I'm trapped in my mind, I need help

I sit back and recline, and inhale

Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell

When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's

[Outro: DJ Drama]

Ride out

That's what you call generations, and generation now

Know that, J.I.D