Hotbox

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]

Ride for my niggas on site

Ride for my niggas on site

Ride for my niggas on site

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

The flows is acidic

Cruising in a slow-ass Civic, I got gas, hit it

Hold up, cops passed, I stop, laugh, hidden

Jakes is snake lizards, if they smell they won't come hither

Nigga, I hisses at your misses

Slither down her throat, spit her up, (mmm) delicious

I'm too malicious, this one for my mistresses

In distress, 'cause positions that I put 'em in could stretch

Can't contest him, get the rude boy vexed

True shotta give him two shots, rude bwoy fi dead

Boom, bye bye in a batty man head

The sooner I die, sooner them gets ahead

So you do the math

Put the pieces in the puzzles like Voodoo in the trap

No strings attached

In fact, it's all connected in the sense, neglected in the

Cents, plus well collecting my respect

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]

They say we too loud, we need to turn it down

I copped a pound, now I'm 'bout to burn it down

Hotbox in this bitch know I'm burnin' out

And what I'm learning now is still more trees to go around

They say we too loud, we need to turn it down

I copped a pound, now I'm 'bout to burn it down

Hotbox in this bitch know I'm burnin' out

And what I'm learning now is still more trees to go around

[Verse 2: NYCk Caution]

Pick the weapon up and use it

Deceptive tactics never get between me and my music

Reason for that livin' condition you livin' a witness, a god with his mic

Starry nights ain't never come, cause they don't go where it's bright

So how the fuck can I go shine, when my constellation dim

I conversate with momma just to know where I begin

Then condensate yo' armor so it's weaker by your limbs

Blast the speakers when you speak up cause you bleak in measurement

Stay relentless if you get it

Second place is ours we're clocking in any minute (Alright)

Cause first is not imagined

They got me cursed with this new apparent future

That I will never reinsert my fuckin' balance

I'm a frog, you a cricket - once was just a tadpole

And I'm still a tad poor, trying to fix it

They ballin' with no limits, reckless in the Rari's

So how the fuck you expect me to be civil in Civics

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]

They say we too loud, we need to turn it down

I copped a pound, now I'm 'bout to burn it down

Hotbox in this bitch know I'm burnin' out

And what I'm learning now is still more trees to go around

They say we too loud, we need to turn it down

I copped a pound, now I'm 'bout to burn it down

Hotbox in this bitch know I'm burnin' out

And what I'm learning now is still more trees to go around