Heat

I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles Of fucking centerfolds So I got secrets only me and all my niggas know Of kicking in the doors I'll send a bitch to get ya, so don't play fucking stupid I know you got the product 'Cause I could smell the money, I could taste the weed Give me somethin' or a body, only way I'll leave I love to watch 'em squirm, I love when bitches bleed If she's sucking on the barrel, you can't hear her scream So kiss the fucking carpet, this aggravated larson And then I'm out the door, it's monsters in your home Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome Who done called the cops on my niggas? Who done called the cops on my niggas? That's the first one to go, the first shot I blow Who done called the cops on my niggas? Who done called the cops on my niggas? Shotta, shotta Who be that, the number one shotta? Put a missile on you when I'm on your blocka It no be thing, no be issue when I'm off it, off it, I'm off it I got the magazine for the pistol For any politician talkin' shit, givin' issue Another black man in the street, it's official We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol Huh, fuck, fuck another cracker Cop comin' on my block for the answers Huh, I no got time for your question Huh, this pon' mi mommy and mi bredren I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room I know I'm tryna change, but it'll never work Just end up more broken down than when I started And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it Started thinking I ain't meant for life; but that's too deep Falling up into the ceiling while I'm drowning In the creek of my emotions trying harder to be open Talking 'bout release dates, I'm trying to make it to tomorrow Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow So I need two shots of everything that's on the fuckin' menu I'm dancing with myself, setting fire to the venue, motherfucker Who done called the cops on my niggas? Who done called the cops on my niggas? That's the first one to go, the first shot I blow Who done called the cops on my niggas? Who done called the cops on my niggas? Fuck you! I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back Fuck you! I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back Fuck you! I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back Fuck you My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should've shot him Pray to God about him, man, I hit the Lotto Yeah, my bitch got badder, shit, my ass got badder And I forgave them bitches, so now it's off to millions I been fucking sinning, hit the forehead Chest, left, right, I'm grinning, asses on the ceiling And I got mirror feelings, for all you lil' demons Yeah, you see the chain, 'fore all y'all changed on me Rearranged on me, suck a dick about it I hope you get offended, and this ain't clean shit This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me Wearin' mink on me, sippin' Cris' on ya Bet ya life on it, I came to fight for it Came in, raided all y'all pockets And your bitch came in and rubbed up on me I'm burning rubber, I pulled up on ya