Sole Man Curren$y

[Chorus]
H-O-T spitta
H-O-T spitta
H-O-T spitta
H-H-O-O-T-T spitta, I can’t be compared to these niggas

[Verse 1]
Back in the days in the city of New Orleans
Before we had a basketball team called the Hornets
The hustlers on the block was the only ones balling
Every day I saw ‘em floating something that I wanted
Riding up the block, top dropped, engine roaring
Pitch a little kid twenty bucks to wash it for ‘em
I used to sit on the block and listen to ‘em talking
About how expensive it was to ride foreign
Those I admire added fuel to the fire
But when Soulja Slim came up, I really got inspired
Switched it into overdrive when I heard him rhyming
Then my brother got a deal and then I figured that I could and then I did
But it’s kind of crazy in the music biz
Chances slim, they’re shady in the music biz
Props to Eminem because he made it in the music biz
Walked my eight mile in the land of the Katrinians
I got a style that a lot of people don’t get
But hipsters and skateboarders digging it
It’s funny how I’m making money from this written shit
In elementary they tried to fail me for my penmanship
Now I’m thinking through the ink and it’s making me rich
But executive infections is making me sick
Antibiotics to fight it, yeah, I’m taking the shit
My doctor prescribed it, I tried it, I’m shaking and shit
I read the same rap handbook as Q-Tip
The part that hit me the hardest said this:
“Industry Rule #180: the one’s you think are helping are hating,”
Watch your back whenever you’re stepping out
If you bring the jewels out, you better bring the weapons out
And if you walk into a room, be cool, knowing you the dude everybody’s checking out