Trent Wilson - 10,000 Degrees (feat. Ace of Kingz)

Aye yo cut that shit Cali
10,000 degrees
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea
Every Michael Jordan needs a Scotty Pippen
I'm taking a chance, jumping right off of the top of the rope
The beat going dumb, so they looking at me like I am a joke
10,000 degrees, this is the hottest shit I ever wrote
(I said)
10,000 degrees, this is the hottest shit I ever wrote (Oh my God)
I pull up to the function with no cash in my pants
I know the cha cha slide, but I still do my dance
It's time to grab the mic, when I speak they give a glance
Ever since that moment I knew that I had a chance
Yea
I could give a fuck about what anybody thought
Give me attention I'll be shinning up in the dark
Got good soles to pull off a foot race
Cause I'm running this rap game and leaving no trace
And I be here night and day
Plenty of time to think
I got money on my mind
Paper cut to the brain
And that will never change
I dont give a fuck about a cosign
Cause im always tryna go against the grain
I'm so insane
What are yall saying
I can't hear whenever this beat is playing
And thats a good thing cause I don't give a fuck what they think
And I dont care what comes out they lip anyways
And I'm picking and choosing my enemies
Man I got good taste
Cause I keep these motherfuckers running like I'm strapped up with a stick on my waist
Boom boom boom
Get out the way
If I'm gonna kill a verse its gone be this one
Hand me the mic and just give me some distance
Flow fuck around like it is a mistress
I'm a disease and this song is a symptom
Watch how I do it I ain't got no sympathy for these motherfuckers that wanna piece of me
It's a royal rumble, I'm making history
Coming in hot, 10,000 degrees
One, zero, zero, zero, zero
When your this hot you gonna always get Dinero
It's the dream team so I'm looking like Shapiro
Then I fly out to Vegas, hit the floor like Deniro
Wwwoooo
T-Rent check the stove I think it's time to whip it
(Whip it, whip it)
Cause every Michael Jordan needs a Scottie Pippen
When the beat go dumb then the heat gone come
I've been going crazy like I'm Ceelo's son
When you this hot you don't need no one
Sorry officer you don't see no gun
But if you keep pushing imma eat yo lunch
That's exactly what I'm gonna teach my son
Take no crap
Make yo rap
Speak your tongue
Go dumb
I'm taking a chance, jumping right off of the top of the rope
The beat going dumb, so they looking at me like I am a joke
10,000 degrees, this is the hottest shit I ever wrote
(I said)
10,000 degrees, this is the hottest shit I ever wrote (oh my God)
I pull up to the function with no cash in my pants
I know the cha cha slide, but I still do my dance
It's time to grab the mic, when I speak they give a glance
Ever since that moment I knew that I had a chance

Written by:
Chad Roberson, Trenton Wilson

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