I'm stuck with that
Everything that i spit,
Where i spit, they feel my heat, let em sit,
They say, trojans never break but it ain't that
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
I live on the beach its sunny outside kids playin in da heat
I heat up every beat, rest in peace kid, you're fire struck
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
I got a mind set saying to follow the heat
Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep
Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep
As i laugh at gees that talk about blast that heat,
Get the heat ready then i give them that flame!
The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same
Sometimes i think, what i need
And you know i got the heat.
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