SundayNightHeat

Yeah, they talk a lot but baby know I talk back

Yeah, they pop their shit but they all know I pop back

Drop your addy, pull up quick and push your top back

Made some shit when I was 18, to this day nobody's topped that

Sittin' in the back of the all black

Smoking dope, blowing O's, sipping yak

Flash to the past, I was cashed, doing bad

Coke white smoke with the window closed, they tripping and thinking I'm slippin' they got me

****ed up, reporting live from the underground

Time bomb, on my chest whenever I come around

I'm the reason they scared, never dare to try

BONES known to make that butterfly open and close

Cut through your soul, kicking in the door, neck drippin’ in gold

Bloodshot eyes, young Ben Stein

On the road to death, just enjoying a ride

What? (SESH)

Yeah

Cemetery music

Monday Night Raw, chop it down, get it off, huh

Sunday night heat, **** a leash, I let it off

Mind spinning like a barrel, wheel hot like ferris wheel

In the world full of fake shit this weapon's very real

Bitch I'm scary, very, my hometown spared me

My hatred never changed but my ammunition varies

Carry me off, don't bury me, no

Put my body in the trash, throw my chains in the swamp

Bitch this shit cannot be taught, boy this shit cannot be learned

Mix my ashes with the blunt, 'cause they throw me in the urn

When the tables start to turn you gon' see who stick around

Jealousy is in the air, friendships up on the ground–ground

What?