Temp.

Bitch I'm on top of the hill
Don't need a pill just for me to be chill
I ain't with Buffalo but I got bills
Mixing components to show em the skill
This ain't no fiction go show em it's real
Keep it on point like the tip of a drill
Checking my temperature it do not matter
I know that I'm hot and I know I'm the illest
Try to fuck with me and your milk gets spilled
Make a new wave the game rebuilt
Living this life my life surreal
Identity must be concealed
Got this drip and I feel charged up same thing as a motherfucking eel
Favorite gun from Call of Duty back in the day was a Galil
I'm taking their place they dried like up raisins keep going up to the top
I'm hitting a pitch so no it don't miss
Treat every throw like a lob
They wanna sleep till I make em see
My life on a fucking montage
Chilling in Florida, and I'm round gators
Boutta go get Lacoste
Yeah, that something light
yeah, that something light
yeah, that something light
Reaching new heights
Bitch I'm on top of the hill
Don't need a pill just for me to be chill
I ain't with Buffalo but I got bills
Mixing components to show em the skill
This ain't no fiction show em it's real
Keep it on point like the tip of a drill
Checking my temperature it do not matter
I know that I'm hot and I know I'm the illest
Like what I feeling
Feeling like my head a propeller man that shit really spinning
Cooking shit with no apron it is greatness they witness
She thought I staring at her chest I was staring at her lip stick
Back in the day had a razor scooter I ain't ever have a rip stick
Some days I was feeling like a saint than another day a misfit
Either way I spreading my ways outside my district
And I'm in my own class a different class now this class dismissed