Heat (Freestyle)

I get my bread up, half of these of rappers they got me fed up
I used to sip the lean, and pour the sprite into a red cup
I never been a fighter , talk that shit then put yo hands up
You stand up, to get beat down, then why you stand up?
I’m tryna profit, and I’m tryna get my land up
I’m that kid in class, bitch I been had my hands up
I’m slept on, you narcoleptic niggas better stand up
I know some bitches harder you, y’all better man up
I get my fans up, and then I get my bands up
You try to steal my flow, bitch I’m Apple and you Samsung
So watch a nigga grow, like a tree in this bitch
And watch me kick doors, I’m Bruce Lee with this shit
And watch me take off like a rocket, with a dollar in my pocket
I’m just tryna save the world, nigga stop it
All you think about what’s in yo wallet
How you running outta options, but you tryna stay on point like Stockton
I switched my point of view, that’s my conscious
Steady talking, I be walking, smell death around corner now I’m jogging
Fuck the critics, or the niggas talking shit when they log in
Never cared for the opinions, like a blogger, I keep blogging
I keep writing, I keep fighting
Had a dream I got indicted
Heard these rappers had a cypher, but then Heim won’t invited?
Then that really won’t a cypher
I bring heat, just like a lighter
Queen Latifah in the whip with cigarettes I’m bout to fire on they ass nigga
I’m from the future but I pass niggas
Freshman in the game, but I’m still shitting on upper class niggas
Yeah my shit hot, flames coming from my ass nigga
Yo shit lukewarm, like babies in a bath nigga
But don’t get mad nigga, I’ll probably laugh with ya
Take a shot of Hennessy and roll a lil gas with ya
Never had enemies, I couldn’t afford the energy
The older that I get I want the smoke, what’s getting into me?
Is this the end of me? Will bullets get sent for me?
And leave me with a hole in my head like I’m Kennedy?
The Rap Gods fearing me, you niggas can’t get rid of me
I’m the front and the back, like the E in epitome
Think you as big as me?
Fuck boy, you kidding me
My words could paint a picture that the blind could see vividly
Or I could run the track with a whole lot of similes
That get stuck in your head, like a childhood memory
Damn, I think I’m done these with niggas
Matter fact I’m whipping ass, now I’m son’ing you niggas
So when you see me getting cash, taking flights in first class
Looking back at my past, I had to stunt on you niggas
I could show you how to spit, but I’d be fronting you niggas
And get nothing in return, well that’s uncomfortable nigga
I had to wait to for this burn, like a bitch getting a perm
Man I’m tryna get a deal, I need my money like Worm
Tryna be a big dog when I step into these meetings
With so much bread, me and Panera be beefing
Believe what I say, cause I ain’t really out here speaking
On some shit that couldn’t happen dog, I really fucking mean it
And I’m out