G - Hot by 23

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Hot by 23 by ~G~

Lyrics:

Overtime at work, hiding in your cubicle
A nervous fucking wreck got you biting on your cuticles
I make a crime scene seem so beautiful
Truthfully you haven't got a clue what I could do to you

You mumbling the wrong name under your breath
You'll be rewarded with a long game of Russian Roulette
I got too many problems to fucking address
So I solve them with serrated blades stuck in the chest

I got the mental and the physical, domination is critical
Quick to belittle your ass and leave you looking pitiful
It's not difficult, you're so predictable
Plus you speaking hypothetical, I'm literal

-ly, G, the baddest emcee
spitting the ABC's out through his M.I.C.
So come around I'll put you down for the 1,2,3
Cause the bars I speak will leave you R.I.P.
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[Hook]
It's your boy G from the 201
You can count on me to spit a hook hotter than the sun
I take it serious but I still have fun
And I handle all my biz without popping a gun

So this is for the people who might've not heard of me
Step to me I'll put you under the knife like surgery
Practicing my rhymes until I spit them all perfectly
And if I ain't hot by 23, then murder me
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I got the sickest flow, capable of penetrating the thickest skull
I dumb it down to let you bitches know
G is serious and I ain't talking radio
Call me delirious, I know I'm gonna make it though

Success is my destiny, that's what I expect of me
If you quick to blow me off you better start checking me
Out of my mind, I'm silly with my rhymes
But this shit is second nature so I do it all the time.

Actually I'm lying, only four months deep
Still sick enough to leave the hottest rapper with some cold feet
So don't sleep, I'll fucking murder a whole fleet
Of rappers with more sheep than Little Bo Peep

Grown men acting like ho's, they so soft with it
I take their marshmallow flows and make some smores with it
Your style is not hot, got too many flaws in it
I'll put a hole in your soul and leave some gauze in it
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[Hook]
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Proceed with caution, I'm dangerous
Foes get choked, get smoked like angel dust
Your brain will bust way before you gain my trust
Another body in the basement, chained and cuffed

I murder anybody rapping about bitches and cars
I'm decorating your whole crew with stitches and scars
Authorities can go home, G's in charge
I put a price tag on your dome 25 large

No game without G so my name stays relevant
Never fuck around so they asking if I'm celibate
True underdog, fucking mouse under an elephant
I'm dumb on the drums, yeah I'm on some Helen Keller shit

(Haha) Me so mean
I walk around singing fuck you like C-Lo Green
My grip on the game tight like emo jeans
With a stone cold flow through my three 16's