Heat Wave

[Verse 1: YL]
Ay yo who got it locked
I'm scramblin' up and down a crowded block
Connect dots, send shots to whoever
Who want it, forever never seemed realistic
Slightly twisted, liquor in my system
Yo my mind's a prison, within it live my deepest thoughts
I got a call from Melissa, it's the early mornin'
I'm yawnin', coffee burnin' in the pot it's hot
Like the block was when Nick was arrested, we out
Yo I got ten on it, no doubt low down
To the undergarments, I beat the comments
I spit that raw shit you wanted
I put you on it, try to warn 'em early but the world never responded
Yo its Triple R the faction, ya'll niggas only in it for reactions
Whoever sent you in was prolly gassin'
I'm blastin' speakers, bitches creepin' in my absence
Vibe to the Jackson 5, I'm relaxin'
Got some heads that's wonderin' if I'ma sign
You should ask him
Ask Y, never lookin' down when I pass by
Mad fly, niggas talk a lot but they be anti
And peace to bitches who will keep the kid on standby
My brothers say I run my mouth but I ain't said enough
I got a bunch of books but really I ain't read enough
We settin' up, ain't no pump fakes or half-steppin'
New York reppin, YL keep 'em guessin'