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Heatmakerz
Yeah
Uh, I'm in my feelings, y'all partyin'
I feel like Oakley in the garden
When I played, it was full contact
And I ain't see a quarter of these contracts
Huh, I put up numbers when I hold this mic
But see, I came up in a era where Hov was Mike
Being a fellow Brooklynite, I was a all-star
But never got to pop champagne 'cept in a sports bar
Now I'd be lyin' if I said I hadn't gone far
But I'm still tied by what I mentioned in that fourth bar
A younger me just steaming 'em with this pen
Wonder what I woulda been if streaming existed then
Young made, Cash Clay lеanin' into your chin
Leaving 'em in the wintеrs, I'm weavin' 'em less beginning
'07 a brick drop, hip-hop made a pit stop on this block in Brooklyn
And notice I had to strip lock, big rocks in my socks, all tied in a small zip locks
Fifth Glock on my hip had 'em dancing before TikTok
Wave cap scully and my braids all ugly
Pitching, y'all should wanna signed baseball from me, listen
I feel like strawberry acai, whenever I had to bat, ya, I saw an apple a day
And it still wasn't enough to keep the doctor away, 'cause yeah
Shortly after that, I signed to Dre
YAOWA and NWA's, all joint forces, y'all in trouble today
That's how I felt when that ink hit that paper
Then minor league coaching advised me to leave the majors
Big league mistakin' my opinion, I was loyal to a fault
What they did for Kendrick Lamar, they was tryna do for your boy
But that didn't include everybody inside the room 'cause
Dre seen what I saw later, but it's cool
Live and you learn, no bridges burned, I give and I earn
I sleep really well at night while they twist and they turn
But back to rap, none of y'all cause a bit of concern
I've been underrated since Undertaker lifting his urn
So then I jumped on this record with Joe
Man, y'all know how the rest of this go
N***a screamin' (Slaughterhouse) as I exit the show
Head-to-toe, fly as fuck while the x's and o's was pourin' in from the baddest, lot of whores got ravished
Four-month damage on my tour bus matches
'Cause the four-headed monster flame shit above average
Then they called the fire Marshall with the last name Mathers
Just let me know 'cause I'll stop if you want
Or keep cuttin' 'cause I feel like Barry Sanders with blockers in front
Broke a few tackles, bend, move, with a hop and a jump
I just wanna kick it and ball but they blockin' the punt (Yo)
Who you think thought of Total Slaughter? Me, n***a (Me)
Then everybody benefitted but me, n***a (Yeah, me)
I bounced back, one shot, like a G, n***a (G)
That's a seven figure deal with BET, n***a
I should have walked and been loyal to my vault
But I'm from earthquake Cali so I'm loyal to a fault
You painted me as a Em groupie, that shit been goofy
Crucify me, nail your boy up to a cross
I resurrect in a coogie and a Jesus piece
My Biggie bag livin' ruthless on Eazy street
These n***as mad, no toe touchin'
Bad back, I can't even reach defeat, I'ma make the beat retreat
I'm in the lab measurin' raps in a pyrex glass
I'm from the tall tee era, my n***a, five x swag
I live my life jet lagged, 'cause I'm in the fly, S class
All black look like the shit was painted by X Clan
I'ma wrap this shit up five bars from now
Tell the critics "Be ninjas, throw five stars around."
And let this classic shit hit you like your guards was down
Save your listenin' parties, I know how garbage sound
Me and Joell, we the last evolution of the slaughter
And bombin' fluid couldn't body hard, n***a, we hard (Hard)
Just a little story to tell you how we got here
The bars make the sky cry 'cause the flow is god tier
God wasn't the only one crying either
Moms dropped tears too

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