"SundayNightHeat" lyrics

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
Fucked 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, fuck 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

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