The Norris(Beat On) [feat. Cymatix Ritmos]
Turn the beat on
That's when I turn the heat on
Pull up to your block and that's where I get my eat on
Real discrete dog
Me and mama in the trailer and we couldn't turn the heat on
Just to heat it up I had to rap with a beat on
So take me where it's sunny and they always keep the weeds strong
Turn the beat on
These the flows I beat on
If you come to the Norris dog you better have your shit right
All we do
Is load up guns
And watch pit fights
Cook coke watch it lock like a pit bite
My shit tight
At night
I regret living this life
Still fist fight
If you step on my crisp Nikes
Half god half devil I was born on the 7th
Not to mention
Tin is like
Half man half amazing
I remember days when
I used to cop work from a papi at the days inn
We was smoking haze then
Now it's White Runtz or a pack Gary Payton
Take a trip to Colorado and it's not for vacation
Sometimes I wonder where the days went
Chop and Rob Lo who I used to smoke A with
Life was fucked up and that's how we would escape it
These days a nigga need a spaceship
A bottle with a logo and a model with a fragrance
I need a bigger chain to compensate for all my nigga pains
Do I get 20 acres since I'm only half
I think I grew a lil colder when my homie past
Lost a package in the mail but fuck it it's only cash
What's a couple racks to a nigga that would give you his rib
Just to see you to live
God damn Eve
This can't be
You can't leave
Small wins got me popping cham p
In the back of a Camry
Me and my mans b
We was out in Miami
Where the money really talks so they ain't understand me
Promise ima come back fluent
If I get another life can I comeback Jewish
They control the world and they run rap music
Came up off our culture now son that's stupid
Red and blues in the streets I can see 3d
My ex jawn yea I heard she work for B.E.T
Got some new hoes buy me lunch with E.B.T
A couple dumb hoes going for they G.E.D
Another jawn with a Beamer that's seaweed green
You see me b
Destined to kick flows on your tv screen
We in the teepee three deep
While we chief weed
Me myself and I only team we need
Does rapping bout my feelings make me seem weak
Does rapping bout life make me seem deep
Turn the beat on
That's when I turn the heat on
Pull up to ur block and that's where i get my eat on
Real discrete dog
Me and mama in the trailer and we couldn't turn the heat on
Just to heat it up I had to rap with a beat on
So take me where it's sunny and they always keep the weeds strong
Turn the beat on
These the flows I beat on
Turn the beat on
That's when I turn the heat on
Pull up to your block and that's where I get my eat on
Real discrete dog
Me and mama in the trailer and we couldn't turn the heat on
Just to heat it up I had to rap with a beat on
So take me where it's sunny and they always keep the weeds strong
Turn the beat on
These the flows I beat on
If you come to the Norris dog you better have your shit right
All we do
Is load up guns
And watch pit fights
Cook coke watch it lock like a pit bite
My shit tight
At night
I regret living this life
Still fist fight
If you step on my crisp Nikes
Half god half devil I was born on the 7th
Not to mention
Tin is like
Half man half amazing
I remember days when
I used to cop work from a papi at the days inn
We was smoking haze then
Now it's White Runtz or a pack Gary Payton
Take a trip to Colorado and it's not for vacation
Sometimes I wonder where the days went
Chop and Rob Lo who I used to smoke A with
Life was fucked up and that's how we would escape it
These days a nigga need a spaceship
A bottle with a logo and a model with a fragrance
I need a bigger chain to compensate for all my nigga pains
Do I get 20 acres since I'm only half
I think I grew a lil colder when my homie past
Lost a package in the mail but fuck it it's only cash
What's a couple racks to a nigga that would give you his rib
Just to see you to live
God damn Eve
This can't be
You can't leave
Small wins got me popping cham p
In the back of a Camry
Me and my mans b
We was out in Miami
Where the money really talks so they ain't understand me
Promise ima come back fluent
If I get another life can I comeback Jewish
They control the world and they run rap music
Came up off our culture now son that's stupid
Red and blues in the streets I can see 3d
My ex jawn yea I heard she work for B.E.T
Got some new hoes buy me lunch with E.B.T
A couple dumb hoes going for they G.E.D
Another jawn with a Beamer that's seaweed green
You see me b
Destined to kick flows on your tv screen
We in the teepee three deep
While we chief weed
Me myself and I only team we need
Does rapping bout my feelings make me seem weak
Does rapping bout life make me seem deep
Turn the beat on
That's when I turn the heat on
Pull up to ur block and that's where i get my eat on
Real discrete dog
Me and mama in the trailer and we couldn't turn the heat on
Just to heat it up I had to rap with a beat on
So take me where it's sunny and they always keep the weeds strong
Turn the beat on
These the flows I beat on
Turn the beat on
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Writer(s): Dominic Martin
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