HEATER ft. NJACHe Lyrics

I'm just getting older, far away from sober

Angels on my

Angels on my shoulder

Had to say it over

'Cause niggas is hatin'

I can't help em cope, I can't give em hope

'Cause niggas can't afford, I'm sorry for your loss

I hate to be the cause, now I don't give a -ah

My skin is black with some scars, but they made for beautiful art

I cannot complain

I've seen the world from afar

The vision is mine, it's not ours, they don't look the same

I be manifesting every single dollar

When I wake up I go straight to the bank

I got the team in the huddle, we strategize, take out our shoulders and pull up with rank

Game's not over, I ain't giving up now

Ain't no money in the world, worth giving up my soul

No way, no way

Angels all up on my shoulder, demons all up on my sofa

Keep it 300 like, keep it 300 like Sosa

Send me my check three times over, these niggas try me like

They gon' say that they was "Brodie"

But moving slimy like lotion

I need my money like

Losing was never an option

I'll take this shit to the coffin

I'll do this shit till I

These niggas watching and they be just copying my moves

I'll be honest, I cannot relate

I just did what I knew, I didn't let none of them stop me

I just had to get to the pay

I got some models and they tryna smoke marijuana

Pop bottles and sit on my face

Heard you was talking, but I'm with a squad

I don't hear these niggas saying shit to my face

Uh

Heater

'Cause I'm pulling up with a heater

Money getting longer like a meter

Left wrist froze like a freezer

Yeah, laughing like a hyena

And these niggas always tryna get a feature

But I don't need them

Flying like a griffin, but I ain't Peter

(Ah, yeah)

(Swahili)

I can only give my time to the check

Only see these niggas die behind these bitches

Never die behind respect

Then you front with your diamonds, get hoes to look at you

But it ain't even flexing

I'm the king of this shit and they pawns to me

I just sit back while playing chess