Heatin’ Up (Intro)

We need more understanding of human nature
Because the only real danger that exists is man himself
He is the great danger, and we are pitifully unaware of it

Look, look, I'm heatin' up
Mama told me I'm the prodigal son
Mama told me get the profit and run
I told her I'mma shine bright like the sun
I told her I'mma go get what I want
Get me a Grammy, I promised her one
Whipping the Camry, I do it for fun
Get body slammed, yo, I don't need a gun
Stunt on the gram, I got me some buzz
Run up my digits, I know what they like
Dubbin' these bitches cause they not my type
Said I would make it, I'm proving it right
Work for it all, I grind through the night
See what I'm wearing? I'm fly like a kite
Now it's apparent I'm reaching new heights
And that appearance is looking real nice
I want it for life, not worried bout death
No matter what happens I'll end up ahead
No matter what happens I'm making my bread
Break it apart with the fam when I'm dead
Make sure they get it, they living real nice
Come for my neck and you paying the price
Uppin' the grip and we send him to Christ
I said it before, I want it for life, bitch

One, two…
Verse two coming straight off the top
I ain't capping, better give me some props
I ain't bragging, put respect on the name
I been humble but it's time for a change
Back the fuck up, get the fuck out my way
Hungry for money, I don't want the fame
Keep it a hundred, you rappers the same
Huh-duh-duh-duh, what the fuck did you say?

Check… I was feeling burnt out
Had to hit the reset like a first down
I done came out the mud, wash the dirt down
Shawty say she wanna fuck and I'm so down
I ain't saying nothing bout it, we could go rounds
Play my song in the back, that's a dope sound
I done made a couple racks off the flow now
Okay, maybe not yet, but it'll go down (It'll go down)
Coming out of po-town, lost in a dope cloud
Kinda wanna slow down but I gotta go now
Keep it low down, I be going all out coming with the claws out
So you know I balled out, huh, I balled out, huh
Shawty in my bed, I got her called out, huh
Yeah, I might slip but won't fall down, nah
Bitches in my crib like it's a dog pound, bro
Got the top down low, it's on lockdown, bro
Cause I'm back in this bitch and they whack with the shits
I done came in the game, put a rack on my wrist
And they want it for life but don't wanna commit
It's a swing and a miss cause they lacking the hits
If you talking that shit, Krittin throwing the mitts
And I ain't from the south but get love from them jits
And you know I don't miss so let class be dismissed