Heat

from by Atman

lyrics

Look here partna, I don't really say much, say much
Heavy wit' my opera, I don't weigh much, weigh much
Prosper wit' my product, you take pay cuts, pay cuts
Your prospects look flatter than an a cup, a cup

Say what? Y'all be on the same stuff
Stop using the same flows, you all sound insane, cuz
This right here some heat, guaranteed to raise up
Go on get your praise up, we know that your faker

Sip slow, and I don't smoke, but you can spark that anywhere
Write my own, and I barely quote, but you can talk that line there
Hats off, this is for the real, rappers out there without a deal
Grind hard for a daily meal, hopin' you don't get Key & Peele'd

Oh Lord, don't take offense; through life you'll take some dents
Stay up and pay the rent, don't sell your soul like Michael Pence
I take nothin' earned for granted, you can't move me where I'm standing
Who knows, I might have the cannon, I don't live my life through chance

Look here partna, I don't really say much, say much
Heavy wit' my opera, I don't weigh much, weigh much
Prosper wit' my product, you take pay cuts, pay cuts
Your prospects look flatter than an a cup, a cup

Say what? y'all be on the same stuff
Stop using the same flows, you all sound insane, cuz
This right here some heat, guaranteed to raise up
Go on get your praise up, we know that your faker

Coolin', coolin', in tune with the music
On wax I'm a nuisance, by now it's intuitive
Say somethin', I'm doin' it, shots I be pursuin' it
Leave my hand all in the air, look I follow through wit it

True to this, Miles right behind me like I'm Sonic
Nothin' new to this, only thing that's changing is the profit
When you're sittin' at my table, you don't worry bout your pockets
Passion is the only option, only haters try to knock it

Look here partna, I don't really say much, say much
Heavy wit' my opera, I don't weigh much, weigh much
Prosper wit' my product, you take pay cuts, pay cuts
Your prospects look flatter than an a cup, a cup

Say what? y'all be on the same stuff
Stop using the same flows, you all sound insane, cuz
This right here some heat, guaranteed to raise up
Go on get your praise up, we know that your faker

credits

from God of New England, released January 10, 2019
Produced by KThug
Writer / Composer: Atman
Mixing & Mastering: Atman

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