This a battle of attrition
And Infantry my position 
On the front line where dem soldiers 
Be itchin to squeeze the trigger 

He talkin out his neck 
The same reason that I don’t feel em 
And I didn’t mean kill em 
I swear it’s coincidental 

Not sympathetic to people 
Who fold and play the victim 
Same way I don’t respect 
Those hoes who blow the whistle 

This yappa a sing you lullabies 
Goodnight, this bitch a kiss you 
If you want the smoke, it’s up 
My baw, come and get cha issue 

761-7855 
You can call me if you want 
Drop the Lo, and Ill slide 

I’m not like these other boys 
They all in disguise 
Imma call it how it is 
Yeah the world is mine 

Promised to uproot from poverty 
Get out this desperation 
To elevate and make way 
Sometimes The key is separation 

They all complacent 
Judgin every move I make 
I’m stayin blatant
Fuck em all and how they feelin 
And that’s just a blanket statement 

Imma prophet 
The messiah speakin thru me 
Strapped just like navy seals 
Real life call of duty 

Boy don’t do me? 
Is you stupid? 
I get to trippin off these mood swings 
Pass the blunt, but I can’t promise 
I won’t be just as ruthless 

Quick to knock em out 
Just like the dragon leave em toothless 
Imma do the dash just like the flash 
And leave his ahh clueless 

On Dey ass and imma spaz
His Big hommie done turned a rat 
On the 8 bitch imma smash em 
And leave em wearin a toe tag 

He didn’t get a chance the speak 
I dropped em at the door mat 
Come in talkin boutin some 
Where the muhtha fuckin dope at 

I don’t know yuh, who you is 
I won’t even ask a question 
You got die right where you standin 
Set examples, your the message

Im the essence of a blessin 
Im outchea teachin lessons 
Stuck nd stressin, they messy 
But this money my obsession 

I’m thinkin that it’s a fedish 
Call me V i need my Eddie’s 
If I said I said it I ment it
So there’s no need to regret it 

Like Yeah I’m fuckin Crazy 
Dis dat Bourgeois and estis 
Imma homicidal maniac 
Ill have you on a stretcher 

Dat pressure is comin quick 
if you want the smoke, it’s up wit us
Dis dat Soulja8 and DTA 
Like who want war wit us?

I got some Patnas that been thuggin 
And clutchin, since they was youngins 
Just some shortys on block 
When it’s hot, cuz we got nothin 

We gon turn it into something 
Or buss it to fill our stomach 
We really gon risk it all 
Just to get up out this struggle 

Imagine me, livin lavishly 
Gettin pressure head frm model bitches 
on the balcony 
Stackin up my riches 
Givin work to all my brudda on my team 
Like remember when we was bummy 
Now they callin us king, huh

Yeah, I like the sound of that 
C they like to play it tough 
Untill I get they Patna whacked 
And I’m ready for rebuttal 
Why the strap sit in my lap 
Bitch I hail from the flats
We the bottom of the map 

All these bitches really shiesty 
I just call dem hoes Chap 
As authentic as it get 
There Ain’t no cap inside my rap 
I put that boot off In yuh ass 
I can catch you at duh camp

This a homie, chalk around his body 
Like a fuckin stamp 
Iil bitch Armed and Dangerous 
You can call me Juice 
I got dat Juice, there ain’t no truce
I’m bout to blow em like a fuse 

A lot of people left me hangin 
Sum like a noose 
So I started banging wit the gang 
And trappin after school 

Got promoters in my DMs 
Tellin me that they the move 
I don’t need to pay for views 
Just needa hop inside the Stu 

Cops is hot down charity 
But Bravo know we comin thru 
gangsta shit Heredity
Thas why these boys spooked 

Grab the yappa, oppa staoppa 
When I swing around the loop 
Shoot his momma, then his father 
Bitch I’ll snatch em out his coup 

I’m 8000 degrees 
So what the fuck you wanna do!
I’ll really have you turnin red, green 
Black and blue. 



Lyrics by: Noah G. Bourgeois

8000 Degrees

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