Loaf Murda - Otis (Hottest Rapper)

Hottest rapper
I can bet it all
They already know
Club rocka gone set it off
Book me for a show
I go crazy on a Nîgga feature
I got so many flows
The city waiting on that call
It's like they got that shit on hold
White gold buss it down
Ugh
I don't fuck with rose
I spit hot shit
When I rap
But ice got my mouth cold
My bro said you to hot you gotta put that Price on
Ugh
Now I keep a check
Like I stay with Nikes on
Red bottoms on my feet cuz I trap with mikes on
Since I was young
Been making calls
Like I got some stripes on
Life's a gamble dice roll
The hottest rapper they know
You would think that they know
Not to play with me
Only comp is face is me promoters really paying me
The city really praising me
Other niggas hating me
Some wanna see me shine
So everyday I gotta take a knee
Tried to give it up
But the fans keep persuading me
Been chasing money so long
The Money started chasing me
Top artist In my state
The grind really amazes me
I know the tops awaiting me
Keep the fake away from me
Yes I might bend a little bit
But ain't no breaking me
Niggas always worried bout
How a Nîgga eating
Work rap or trap
They wonder what's the real reason
365
Ima grind all four season
Two cars
New house
In one year
Am I dreaming
Steady talking to myself cuz I'm fighting Inner demons
I got something up my sleeve
These niggas out here walking sleeveless
I'm on my own island
Feeling like Darrell Revis
This that club rocka flow
But had to mix it with some preaching
I'm like kyrie with this rap shit
Why these niggas reaching
Class is in session
I'm the one doing the teaching
Don't wanna let me in
I'm the bomb that's gone Breach it
5'6
But my goals is so tall
I keep reaching

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