HEAT! ft. BROYAL & Dza Lyrics

Don't be calling the fucking feds, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuck your rhythm, fuck your rhythm

Fuck your rhythm

I be losing all that weed and I be telling that heat

I be pulling them homies, I be pulling up with that heat

I ain't got no time for them fuck niggas, I got beef

Yeah, my brother been out the pen, I been drinking, I can't stink

This beat got me feeling like a savage

Got me feeling active, got me feeling the energy

I'm guessing that's the plan, huh

Fuck everybody that's against me

It's me against the world, 2pac is within me

Just gotta let the hands loose on ya

If you step to me, not to my liking

I'm a good man, but I'm feeling the demons trying to get out

It's okay, it's only for this beat

Or whoever disrespects me

He said it's peace and love

Well, I like to hit ya with the two piece

I got no time to be wasting, so I stay here in my bitch

I ain't worried about the next man, only worried about my cheese

And I woke up this morning, started plotting how to win

This ain't lottery, make shit happen, now it's coming in

Bought a spaceship for me and the gang, going off

Find that treasure off this rapping, now my city turning up

Fuck it, I'ma say it, How I say it, I am the goat

If you get in the stew with me, the whole shit gon' burn

We ain't talk about no numbers, I ain't looking like no trick

I ain't pulling up to studios, making kills on PC

I'm Mr. On The Way, got thirties on my socks, not my piece

Yeah, I keep cereals, we frosty on my p, I keep the street

When I met cereals, I know it's motherfuckers need that heat

All my niggas eat, been serving plates to the fish, and they ain't for free

Yeah, this been the race, I'm pulling in first, this Grand Prix

I'm like CP3, been putting numbers on plates, I need them rings

Bitch

Bitch! Fuck