Lyrics:
heat lights
Them real baked goods up cooked up real nice
Know my left from my right man shut that beak
Cant stand a motherfucker driving from
Now that I lay me down to sleep
I pray my lord
I wonder if it's a God
I pray today that times never was hard
Is heaven real or is it just a facade
I
Okay okay, what's up
I ride for the mother-fucking beat too heat might spit this shit
I said I'd die for the Spence nast' beat no doubt why me?
the battles split in two
You gotta pick one
Hit ya soul and (Peace)
You are now cruced and that’s ya own fault
I don’t think you ready for this heat that’s
Hello you, strange little world
Never got touched by any soul before
Look at it´s beautyful face
Fear from unknown, powerful breath of the new
It´s
life I swear y'all, for real
Until my best friend Jill got killed and then I
Dropped to my knees and called to the Lord
Please change my ways cause
to kill the smell
Slanging with my dad
I never thought about my life I swear y'all
For real until my best friend Jill got
Killed and then I
Dropped to my
me be clear, this aint no smoke
My boys are coming close
I don't do shit, I just control
(For real tho)
Please stay calm don't loose your cool
This
done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't
I slept By the door alpha kidd out for More
From the hood with this heat
How hard can it be out to drop
A sick verse and knock a nigga
Off his feet
life I swear y'all, for real
Until my best friend Jill got killed and then I
Dropped to my knees and called to the Lord
Please change my ways cause
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
and serving face
Gotta control my pace
Handling mics like I'm headed for a double three-peat
In a three piece suit for a real sweep, eazy
Not E but
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
was written with an AI?
The heat got us feeling like we're on fire
Wishing for a break, while our brain's become wire
Slow down, take a moment
your soul
Weight's gonna get much lighter
World's gonna look much brighter
Though the heat's gonna carry on
We'll make it through the night
souls is the real bag
My wife love me, God mo'! That's the real bag
Makin a difference in this world is the real bag
Knowledge is power, read somethin',
blues
My soul is now conquering I get the juice
I'm winning and winning by staying cool
Is this real or not no life
Trials I release
Don't tell me I
might not be in the Streetz
But my gangster never skip a beat
And if you give me the heat
Imma shoot and never speak
Don't ever take me for weak
Leave
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the heat
Too many fake shit on 93.9
Some brothers ain’t real and they ain’t who they claim to be
I live in peace so I don’t beef
I had common sense but they
Liberal move, is all confused, gun users
Instead of peace talk, fuck this world
I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off
I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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