Heat
Hold up, wait...
Lemme tell y'all niggas something about NHA
My money talks, so why would I care about what these niggas say
Dripped down, Luie and Some Gucci on a regular day
Remember being broke, I got a bag, and it still hurt to pay
Businessman, you ain't talking money, imma walk away
Lyricist, but I guess the fire in my DNA
Fly nigga, bounced out, now everybody saying hey
Like Hol up, is that my boy NHA
Swervin' through
New whip and it's foreign too
My team on, but I guess that's what real niggas do
Back to back, breaking beats, but it's really nothing new
Nigga, You a turn off, like lights when the bills are due
Nigga I'm on fire, cooking beats, like its a barbecue
I pull up and she's going, he still nervous like an interview
Like class, a chapter of fits that I can get into
I'm fly and he bummy, but she don't see it from my point of view
Lame, niggas pinheads and I'm dirty dan
Heat, I'm the hot air blowing through the fan
Yeah imma blow up, like nigga did you hear the plan
Rap, producing, and business, I'm getting outta hand
Eating good, while you niggas eating raisin bran
One call, like cable, I call her on demand
Nigga, I'm popping like the grease in a frying pan
Nigga this that heat, and nobody called the fireman?
You hear it with no sunscreen like nigga did you get a tan?
The bars I just said, like nigga did you understand?
Walked in like the clan, like the police didn't do a scan?
Not true! This nigga chilling in a Cullinan?
Counting up like a nigga need a rubber band
And I came from nothing now I'm the one that's in command
Broke the cycle, I'm the nigga that had to take a stand
Like how it feels to come from 0 to 100 Grand?
They said a hater trynna fight you, man who
I get to kicking like this kung fu, that's true
On top looking from a birds view, see-through
Too sick like I need a tissue, big flu
These females weird, I wonder why too, no clue
Real drip, 500 per shoe, brand new
She stuck, ain't no undo, like glue
I'm the sickest nigga, achoo, bless you
Like NHA really killing this, only the day ones know when niggas wasn't feeling this
Walking in the store broke like nigga are we stealing this?
Looking at them benjamins, like I gotta keep on pealing this
Back to back, straight fire through the headphones
Punching on this beat, like john wick or Isaiah Bone
Niggas see the drip, and trynna copy, man these niggas clones
Like NFL, I'm catching money like I'm Julio Jones
No reply, now I'm rapping she all up in my phone
Too bad, she went from crush to a girl that give me dome
A nigga off the muscle, I really got it up all on my own
Like Steve Austin and Thanos, I'm cold with all 6 stones
Nigga I'm on fire, you can stop me when I'm in my zone
NHA the Lyricist, never let a nigga take my throne
Drip down, and she see me now her mind blown,
Now she in love cause she smelling all this good cologne
NHA, a nigga really getting money now
I'm around the realest, that fake love, man I don't allow
Chasing bags, make nigga really wonder how
Like I hit the lottery, 2010, a nigga Bow Wow
Nigga this heat, but the ice mixing in my roots
Nigga COD, I'm 30 up and I'm dropping nukes
To fly, I'm in the sky with no parachutes
Balencies on my feet, buy my momma called them space boots, NIGGA
HaHa NHA
Lemme tell y'all niggas something about NHA
My money talks, so why would I care about what these niggas say
Dripped down, Luie and Some Gucci on a regular day
Remember being broke, I got a bag, and it still hurt to pay
Businessman, you ain't talking money, imma walk away
Lyricist, but I guess the fire in my DNA
Fly nigga, bounced out, now everybody saying hey
Like Hol up, is that my boy NHA
Swervin' through
New whip and it's foreign too
My team on, but I guess that's what real niggas do
Back to back, breaking beats, but it's really nothing new
Nigga, You a turn off, like lights when the bills are due
Nigga I'm on fire, cooking beats, like its a barbecue
I pull up and she's going, he still nervous like an interview
Like class, a chapter of fits that I can get into
I'm fly and he bummy, but she don't see it from my point of view
Lame, niggas pinheads and I'm dirty dan
Heat, I'm the hot air blowing through the fan
Yeah imma blow up, like nigga did you hear the plan
Rap, producing, and business, I'm getting outta hand
Eating good, while you niggas eating raisin bran
One call, like cable, I call her on demand
Nigga, I'm popping like the grease in a frying pan
Nigga this that heat, and nobody called the fireman?
You hear it with no sunscreen like nigga did you get a tan?
The bars I just said, like nigga did you understand?
Walked in like the clan, like the police didn't do a scan?
Not true! This nigga chilling in a Cullinan?
Counting up like a nigga need a rubber band
And I came from nothing now I'm the one that's in command
Broke the cycle, I'm the nigga that had to take a stand
Like how it feels to come from 0 to 100 Grand?
They said a hater trynna fight you, man who
I get to kicking like this kung fu, that's true
On top looking from a birds view, see-through
Too sick like I need a tissue, big flu
These females weird, I wonder why too, no clue
Real drip, 500 per shoe, brand new
She stuck, ain't no undo, like glue
I'm the sickest nigga, achoo, bless you
Like NHA really killing this, only the day ones know when niggas wasn't feeling this
Walking in the store broke like nigga are we stealing this?
Looking at them benjamins, like I gotta keep on pealing this
Back to back, straight fire through the headphones
Punching on this beat, like john wick or Isaiah Bone
Niggas see the drip, and trynna copy, man these niggas clones
Like NFL, I'm catching money like I'm Julio Jones
No reply, now I'm rapping she all up in my phone
Too bad, she went from crush to a girl that give me dome
A nigga off the muscle, I really got it up all on my own
Like Steve Austin and Thanos, I'm cold with all 6 stones
Nigga I'm on fire, you can stop me when I'm in my zone
NHA the Lyricist, never let a nigga take my throne
Drip down, and she see me now her mind blown,
Now she in love cause she smelling all this good cologne
NHA, a nigga really getting money now
I'm around the realest, that fake love, man I don't allow
Chasing bags, make nigga really wonder how
Like I hit the lottery, 2010, a nigga Bow Wow
Nigga this heat, but the ice mixing in my roots
Nigga COD, I'm 30 up and I'm dropping nukes
To fly, I'm in the sky with no parachutes
Balencies on my feet, buy my momma called them space boots, NIGGA
HaHa NHA
Credits
Writer(s): Jaheim Holliman
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