Heater

Yeah, see every fucking thing I write I know the fans love it
You sound like everybody else: just a drop in the bucket
Fucking nothing can stop me this shit inevitable
Never go up against someone who might be impenetrable
That's a no-no, I don't know though, y'all asleep just grab the notes and walk it off like Sam & Frodo I'm a keep it on the low-low
You a flop, Solo
I'm a rhyme crusher
A fucking dying breed, yeah I'm a Blockbuster

I be on my shit like they like "there he go again"
Don't battle me motherfuckеr see I ain't got no friends
I don't got no hobbies, homie all I'vе got is time and I won't hesitate to spend a weekend on a single line

See I'm a fickle bitch, don't let me hit the switch, I will go off on any beat just listen to Pickle Rick
And I make it look simple, but it really isn't, imagine Neal DeGrasse Tyson talking 'bout astrophysics
Fuck it it's back to business, making some brash decisions
If you want to get to me you gotta cross some burning bridges
Vision and skill to meet it, homie respect the booth
I'm Kevin Feige on the beat building my MCU

(Because this is, like, my own universe, you know what I'm saying?)

Yeah I'm, probably the next I, don't really give a fuck about the industry like all the rest try
So follow me I can promise you'll be left in the dust, and I'mma leave your family crying more than watching This Is Us
Heavily hated because some people really think I made it, but I barely sell and rarely get noticed in public places
I'm trying to pop like it's a bottle of champagne in faces, man I'm on the up and up and your career is Nicholas Cage's, woo!

I tell you it's spacious sitting at the top, and I like watching all their faces when the music drops
You're Michael Bay, I'm Chris Nolan with Interstellars plot and
You couldn't even afford a seat up on my train of thought
Yeah, deal with it, when I be up on a mic and I'm killing it feelin' a burst of skill and you feeling it knowing I'll always be keeping it real and it's just
Simply the etiquette when I be up on a beat and I'm getting it you better step back and respect it cos this is party time, excellent!
Yeah it's my world, they said this shit knocks
I'm the bomb you might find me up in Obama's mailbox

Uh, you keep your opinion to yourself, pimpin', listen to lyrics get that mumble shit out of your system
The only time I see some paint on my whip dripping, is when I'm dipping into an eighth of psilocybin trippin'
Ay, loving the way every day they just keep talking, I'm looking at them, I'm going in like MGK and Eminem
Pick up the pen I'm a modern day miracle of sorts
Tell them to flame on and they Marvel, I am the Human Torch
You talking dreams but you're scared to get off your stupid porch, and I just made a living off pulling the cart before the horse

And you support this shit, thank you I'm feeling fortunate, they say that boy is sick like my head is in a bowl of porcelain
I'm bored of writing songs so I'm buying a ouija board and conjuring a spirit and starting a band with some zombie corpses
If I get a hold of Chester, Mac Miller, Avicii, Aretha, Prodigy and Little Peep I'll only play clubs in Ibiza
You all claim woke, but y'all still sleeping
You must be joking, Joaquin Phoenix
Shouts to Tec, your shit's great, rewind the plate this shit might as well be a boomerang

A rock star without the fame I'm a mosh pit, fucking your universe up, I'm Rian Johnson
Back to the nonsense, bitch please don't kill my vibe
I only love my bed my mum and fuck it never mind
Yeah, and now we're hearing record label talks
See they don't open doors, I am the one who knocks
We used to spend entire days playing Tony Hawk, and now the nerds from in your class are the one's getting jocked, woo

I'm taking Joyner, G-Eazy and Logic, Sage, Slug, Vinnie Paz, Futuristic and Hopsin
Mix in some emo shit, some anger some angst and some comments, then you got me, 72 bars dropping

Yeah, go back and count em
There'll still be someone in the comments section talking shit, that's cool man I get it
I love you