Heat Check (feat. Oren Major)

I roll an eighth Straight to the face I got a problem Bring out the bottles Bitch I'm gone off the molly I'm gone off the haze Dazed and confused You won't find me for days I'm Lost like a stray Like a nail in some hay I'm taking trips to the Bay While making trips to yo bae Man what can I say She crazy She thought she could tame me So how could u blame me Im poppin pills Mix 'em wit my liquor My own elixir My soul is pretty fucked up I don't know if u can fix it Look in my eyes I got a twisted vision And Imma make it come alive Bitch I'm on a mission If you chose the other side You made the wrong decision All these niggas takin shots But ain't got no precision Bitches giving high hopes And then they don't deliver Rather not txt u back and leave you on deliver Imma Poet Young Tom Sawyer You don't wanna battle Go and get ya lawyer Come here baby I got something different for ya Just tell me what's ya name Lemme get to know ya Let me build you up & get you moving forward Gucci galore Buy you Louis and more Even Bring u on tour Shower u in Dior Or maybe Tom Ford Just tell me what you want And it all can be yours My demons woke me up this mornin I forgot to thank him Walked up in the kitchen And Satan was cookin bacon Tryna tell me bout All this money we can be making But I was in a rush Ain't have time for conversations Thanked him for the bacon Now I'm wake and baking Never coming down cuz this feeling is amazing Every morning I'm blazing Put me in the matrix Burn shit like I'm hades Burn out in the Mercedes Big dick for my lady Stunner shades for my haters I swear I lay it down From Palm Beach to Malaysia And I can't give her my all I gotta save some for later Burn this shit down To much fire I'm faded It's kinda hard to check this Check Check It's kinda hard to check this Check Check It's kinda hard to check this Check check, check this It's kinda hard to check this Check Check It's kinda hard to check this Check Check It's kinda hard to check this Check check, check this I'm restless Laid down for like five seconds Then I rise Skydive in the booth Then I rhyme reckless I'm a primed legend King of Hip-Hop Like I'm legless Have Devine sessions Out of my mind like I'm headless I survived stretches Days without breakfast And even bedless nights Call my nigga Joker up Just to make sure his head was right Twelve tried to hit em with breaking into somebody home He innocent and everybody knows Cause he was here that night Corrupted injustice Busting at niggas in public You look at us and say fuck it The judges ain't gone do nothing But slap him on the wrist Prolly get vacation with pay Damn they got more games than a PlayStation I play Wish Heaven was close enough to go vacay with my bae Cause if so I'll be in a space station today Looking out the window at time wasted It fade away Like beauty it's skin deep God chose me I'm in deep Don