Heat Check
Heat check
Something outta nothing
Know I gotta make it happen
Tryna hit a lick
I'm out the game
He gon like magic
In the hood
I'm immortal the last man standing
is the only nigga laughing
Know alphas dogs who get stepping for the capping
Calling out their ways just directing traffic
Catch em switching up the stories taking directive actions
Niggas know who we is
No detective tatics
Third eye open
Fuck the infidels
Banding corners
They can't catch me lacking
Road to the hall of fame kicks hardwood classics
Can't claim you my nigga you one slimy little bastard
Loyalty with respect and everything that comes after
Better calm your nerves
This shit gon turn into a diaster
Rolling up your whole pack
You won't make it to the ashtray
You get it
I hope you get the picture
Too much sauce for em
They bringing out the pitchers
Let me hit it out the park
She the one that pitched it
She give me game face
This our 9th inning
Admiration in her eyes
Cause I be moving different
Money only coming in
When the moves efficient
Rubberbands off the wrist
Got my fingers itching
Covid a'int the only reason niggas keeping distance
My buddy quick draw McGraw
If he moving iffy
The buddy that he with he linked in with the plug
Got the weed
Got the pills
You could this get mud
Straight drop
Holy grail the double cup
See me at the function
Neatly tucked up in a cut
Brother from the 26
Gotta show the hood some love
Another pan side story on how they fried em up
Something outta nothing
Know I gotta make it happen
Tryna hit a lick
I'm out the game
He gon like magic
In the hood
I'm immortal the last man standing
is the only nigga laughing
Know alphas dogs who get stepping for the capping
Calling out their ways just directing traffic
Catch em switching up the stories taking directive actions
Niggas know who we is
No detective tatics
Third eye open
Fuck the infidels
Banding corners
They can't catch me lacking
Road to the hall of fame kicks hardwood classics
Can't claim you my nigga you one slimy little bastard
Loyalty with respect and everything that comes after
Better calm your nerves
This shit gon turn into a diaster
Rolling up your whole pack
You won't make it to the ashtray
You get it
I hope you get the picture
Too much sauce for em
They bringing out the pitchers
Let me hit it out the park
She the one that pitched it
She give me game face
This our 9th inning
Admiration in her eyes
Cause I be moving different
Money only coming in
When the moves efficient
Rubberbands off the wrist
Got my fingers itching
Covid a'int the only reason niggas keeping distance
My buddy quick draw McGraw
If he moving iffy
The buddy that he with he linked in with the plug
Got the weed
Got the pills
You could this get mud
Straight drop
Holy grail the double cup
See me at the function
Neatly tucked up in a cut
Brother from the 26
Gotta show the hood some love
Another pan side story on how they fried em up
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Writer(s): Curtis Alcante
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