Heat (Freestyle)

I get my bread up, half of these of rappers they got me fed up

I used to sip the lean, and pour the sprite into a red cup

I never been a fighter , talk that shit then put yo hands up

You stand up, to get beat down, then why you stand up?

I’m tryna profit, and I’m tryna get my land up

I’m that kid in class, bitch I been had my hands up

I’m slept on, you narcoleptic **** better stand up

I know some bitches harder you, y’all better man up

I get my fans up, and then I get my bands up

You try to steal my flow, bitch I’m Apple and you Samsung

So watch a **** grow, like a tree in this bitch

And watch me kick doors, I’m Bruce Lee with this shit

And watch me take off like a rocket, with a dollar in my pocket

I’m just tryna save the world, **** stop it

All you think about what’s in yo wallet

How you running outta options, but you tryna stay on point like Stockton

I switched my point of view, that’s my conscious

Steady talking, I be walking, smell death around corner now I’m jogging

Fuck the critics, or the **** talking shit when they log in

Never cared for the opinions, like a blogger, I keep blogging

I keep writing, I keep fighting

Had a dream I got indicted

Heard these rappers had a cypher, but then Heim won’t invited?

Then that really won’t a cypher

I bring heat, just like a lighter

Queen Latifah in the whip with cigarettes I’m bout to fire on they ass ****

I’m from the future but I pass ****

Freshman in the game, but I’m still shitting on upper class ****

Yeah my shit hot, flames coming from my ass ****

Yo shit lukewarm, like babies in a bath ****

But don’t get mad ****, I’ll probably laugh with ya

Take a shot of Hennessy and roll a lil gas with ya

Never had enemies, I couldn’t afford the energy

The older that I get I want the smoke, what’s getting into me?

Is this the end of me? Will bullets get sent for me?

And leave me with a hole in my head like I’m Kennedy?

The Rap Gods fearing me, you **** can’t get rid of me

I’m the front and the back, like the E in epitome

Think you as big as me?

Fuck boy, you kidding me

My words could paint a picture that the blind could see vividly

Or I could run the track with a whole lot of similes

That get stuck in your head, like a childhood memory

Damn, I think I’m done these with ****

Matter fact I’m whipping ass, now I’m son’ing you ****

So when you see me getting cash, taking flights in first class

Looking back at my past, I had to stunt on you ****

I could show you how to spit, but I’d be fronting you ****

And get nothing in return, well that’s uncomfortable ****

I had to wait to for this burn, like a bitch getting a perm

Man I’m tryna get a deal, I need my money like Worm

Tryna be a big dog when I step into these meetings

With so much bread, me and Panera be beefing

Believe what I say, cause I ain’t really out here speaking

On some shit that couldn’t happen dog, I really fucking mean it

And I’m out