Hot Flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
In the city, we party
In the party, we dance
When we dance, we get down
Show them how we get down
They get mad we show out
Give them more energy
'Cause they looking real tired
Look like they falling asleep, no lie
Everybody falling asleep except us
We gon' run across the world before we lay down
We gon' have some holes in our shoes before we lay down
We gon' have to break the bank before we lay down
We gon' have to speak the truth before we lay down
Keep it real, are you really awake?
Lives are at stake
You take your girl to fast food you on a date
You only want the cockpit
She want the steak or the salad
She ride out for you daily
She loved having your baby
You love driving her crazy
You love booty on Stacy
You like Anna and Jamie
When they give you good sex
Backwood gas, no reflex
Stars align like digest
Pussy popping defect
These girls got no respect
They go out to get wet
They go down to get check
They give body like checks
They get crazy sometimes, but I know that everybody's got sunshine
When it all makes sense, love is a crime, crime, crime
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
In the city, we party
In the party, we dance
When we dance, we get down
Show them how we get down
They get mad we show out
In the city, we party
In the party, we dance
When we dance, we get down
Show them how we get down
They get bad we show out
Hot flavor, hot flavor, lava flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Play all night
Play too much, get caught, hate crime
Live my life, get caught, hate crime
Hate too much, get cut, straight line
If only I had a match to light the fire
'Cause hate gon' burn one day in Hell
Weed gon' burn today, inhale
Calling all common minds
Policy got the man acting like a child
Policy made demands for the human race
Policy made police put a gun to a child
Policy put degree on my back
Good kids bad world I'ma hit 'em with that
I know it's not a film but it's feeling like that
Another shot is gon' kill us all
Another shot is gon' keep us gone
Another shot to the head is gon' make me numb
Another body waiting to die
Or get killed, or get robbed
Or lose hope, or lose God
Or lose my mind
I won't find a better place to waste my time
Then waiting right here to be next in line
I gotta switch it up
Negative ain't big enough
Poverty ain't big enough
Money ain't big enough
Cars ain't big enough
Clothes ain't big enough
Hoes ain't big enough
I ain't big enough
God is
And if you come to my home that's where God is
Nigga God mad the clouds rain down, be thankful
God put that food in your mouth, be grateful
God put you inside a house, be mindful
The Internet don't got the answers, God do
When he say he got you, then you know he got you
All these people fake
He's the one you turn to
This world ain't real
These girls ain't real
These boys ain't real
These shows ain't real
Politics ain't real
Can't you tell what's real?
My family, that's real
My friends on one hand, that's real
My intuition is real
My faith my terror, that's real
And all this anger is real
Hot flavor give me the spill
These people angry as hell
Either for good or for bad
Even when misunderstood
These people plotting on downfalls of my success and my good
I let them know I ain't playing, 'cause I got God in my hood
Nigga
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
In the city, we party
In the party, we dance
When we dance, we get down
Show them how we get down
They get mad we show out
Give them more energy
'Cause they looking real tired
Look like they falling asleep, no lie
Everybody falling asleep except us
We gon' run across the world before we lay down
We gon' have some holes in our shoes before we lay down
We gon' have to break the bank before we lay down
We gon' have to speak the truth before we lay down
Keep it real, are you really awake?
Lives are at stake
You take your girl to fast food you on a date
You only want the cockpit
She want the steak or the salad
She ride out for you daily
She loved having your baby
You love driving her crazy
You love booty on Stacy
You like Anna and Jamie
When they give you good sex
Backwood gas, no reflex
Stars align like digest
Pussy popping defect
These girls got no respect
They go out to get wet
They go down to get check
They give body like checks
They get crazy sometimes, but I know that everybody's got sunshine
When it all makes sense, love is a crime, crime, crime
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
In the city, we party
In the party, we dance
When we dance, we get down
Show them how we get down
They get mad we show out
In the city, we party
In the party, we dance
When we dance, we get down
Show them how we get down
They get bad we show out
Hot flavor, hot flavor, lava flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Play all night
Play too much, get caught, hate crime
Live my life, get caught, hate crime
Hate too much, get cut, straight line
If only I had a match to light the fire
'Cause hate gon' burn one day in Hell
Weed gon' burn today, inhale
Calling all common minds
Policy got the man acting like a child
Policy made demands for the human race
Policy made police put a gun to a child
Policy put degree on my back
Good kids bad world I'ma hit 'em with that
I know it's not a film but it's feeling like that
Another shot is gon' kill us all
Another shot is gon' keep us gone
Another shot to the head is gon' make me numb
Another body waiting to die
Or get killed, or get robbed
Or lose hope, or lose God
Or lose my mind
I won't find a better place to waste my time
Then waiting right here to be next in line
I gotta switch it up
Negative ain't big enough
Poverty ain't big enough
Money ain't big enough
Cars ain't big enough
Clothes ain't big enough
Hoes ain't big enough
I ain't big enough
God is
And if you come to my home that's where God is
Nigga God mad the clouds rain down, be thankful
God put that food in your mouth, be grateful
God put you inside a house, be mindful
The Internet don't got the answers, God do
When he say he got you, then you know he got you
All these people fake
He's the one you turn to
This world ain't real
These girls ain't real
These boys ain't real
These shows ain't real
Politics ain't real
Can't you tell what's real?
My family, that's real
My friends on one hand, that's real
My intuition is real
My faith my terror, that's real
And all this anger is real
Hot flavor give me the spill
These people angry as hell
Either for good or for bad
Even when misunderstood
These people plotting on downfalls of my success and my good
I let them know I ain't playing, 'cause I got God in my hood
Nigga
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Hot flavor, lava flavor
Credits
Writer(s): Hadiya C George, John Adams, Isaac Oluwatobi Korede, Mikal Peter Mancini
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