Lito Nyce

That's Heard

You ain't gon be shit what they told me

Blocking **** from the chip that's odee

Had to hit him in his chin ain't no holding me

Never say that shit again, don't be cursing at me

You can never tell me I ain't gon be shit (Nah nah)

You can never tell me I ain't gon be shit

When I pull up on the scene boy you know it gon be litt

Don't you even play with me I'll smack a devil in his face (Unh unh unh)

Straight clippin no grip

Knock ya head off when I hit

Home runs I won't miss

Just waiting for my pitch

Be consistent with ya vision concentration and precision

No limits ima finish what I started gotta get it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm a Harlem **** ion play

Tryna make this money each and every day

Momma always talking bout some wash the fuckin plates (Wash it)

I been working and I need my own place to stay (What)

**** thinking ima fuck my life up (Nah)

Since I was born I just knew I'd make it to the A

Dealing dimes dropping buckets to the hall of fame

Soon be great another staple in the game ahh

They be telling me I ain't gon be nada (Nada)

Little do they know I'm making heat real fire (Fire fire)

Shrug it off cuz these haters unimportant

They wanna chat let the music do the talking (Talk it up)

Best **** never tell you they the best

Just do it they don't need a Nike check (Nope)

Say less say less say less (Say less)

Ima make it so how much you wanna bet (Bet bet)

Only speed cuz the time always racing (Racin racin)

Only speed cuz the time ain't coming back (Back back)

No cemeteries I ain't ready to be clipped (Clipped)

No cemeteries cuz I ain't done getting litt

We gon pop up everywhere when they send the address

Only money talk don't spit if you don't have it

Watch all these **** pull up on me tryna be around

Ima tap my real **** like you hear that funny sound

I'm a yankee

You gon hate a true winner

Ima cop designer shit, Louis V slippers

Confident as hell when I'm looking in the mirror

Ain't lying when I tell myself you the realest **** yeah

Always member where ya came from

Remember where you got ya name from

Always **** gon be plotting on you backstab and catch you lacking like them fuckin hoes do

They be telling me I ain't gon be nada (Nada)

Little do they know I'm making heat real fire (Fire fire)

Shrug it off cuz these haters unimportant

They wanna chat let the music do the talking (Talk it up)

Best **** never tell you they the best (Best)

Just do it they don't need a Nike check (Checks)

Say less say less say less (Say less)

Ima make it so how much you wanna bet (Bet)