Heater

Yeah, see every fucking thing I write I know the fans love it

You sound like everybody else: just a drop in the bucket

Fucking nothing can stop me this shit inevitable

Never go up against someone who might be impenetrable

That's a no-no, I don't know though, y'all asleep just grab the notes and walk it off like Sam & Frodo I'm a keep it on the low-low

You a flop, Solo

I'm a rhyme crusher

A fucking dying breed, yeah I'm a Blockbuster

I be on my shit like they like "there he go again"

Don't battle me motherfuckеr see I ain't got no friends

I don't got no hobbies, homie all I'vе got is time and I won't hesitate to spend a weekend on a single line

See I'm a fickle bitch, don't let me hit the switch, I will go off on any beat just listen to Pickle Rick

And I make it look simple, but it really isn't, imagine Neal DeGrasse Tyson talking 'bout astrophysics

Fuck it it's back to business, making some brash decisions

If you want to get to me you gotta cross some burning bridges

Vision and skill to meet it, homie respect the booth

I'm Kevin Feige on the beat building my MCU

(Because this is, like, my own universe, you know what I'm saying?)

Yeah I'm, probably the next I, don't really give a fuck about the industry like all the rest try

So follow me I can promise you'll be left in the dust, and I'mma leave your family crying more than watching This Is Us

Heavily hated because some people really think I made it, but I barely sell and rarely get noticed in public places

I'm trying to pop like it's a bottle of champagne in faces, man I'm on the up and up and your career is Nicholas Cage's, woo!

I tell you it's spacious sitting at the top, and I like watching all their faces when the music drops

You're Michael Bay, I'm Chris Nolan with Interstellars plot and

You couldn't even afford a seat up on my train of thought

Yeah, deal with it, when I be up on a mic and I'm killing it feelin' a burst of skill and you feeling it knowing I'll always be keeping it real and it's just

Simply the etiquette when I be up on a beat and I'm getting it you better step back and respect it cos this is party time, excellent!

Yeah it's my world, they said this shit knocks

I'm the bomb you might find me up in Obama's mailbox

Uh, you keep your opinion to yourself, pimpin', listen to lyrics get that mumble shit out of your system

The only time I see some paint on my whip dripping, is when I'm dipping into an eighth of psilocybin trippin'

Ay, loving the way every day they just keep talking, I'm looking at them, I'm going in like MGK and Eminem

Pick up the pen I'm a modern day miracle of sorts

Tell them to flame on and they Marvel, I am the Human Torch

You talking dreams but you're scared to get off your stupid porch, and I just made a living off pulling the cart before the horse

And you support this shit, thank you I'm feeling fortunate, they say that boy is sick like my head is in a bowl of porcelain

I'm bored of writing songs so I'm buying a ouija board and conjuring a spirit and starting a band with some zombie corpses

If I get a hold of Chester, Mac Miller, Avicii, Aretha, Prodigy and Little Peep I'll only play clubs in Ibiza

You all claim woke, but y'all still sleeping

You must be joking, Joaquin Phoenix

Shouts to Tec, your shit's great, rewind the plate this shit might as well be a boomerang

A rock star without the fame I'm a mosh pit, fucking your universe up, I'm Rian Johnson

Back to the nonsense, bitch please don't kill my vibe

I only love my bed my mum and fuck it never mind

Yeah, and now we're hearing record label talks

See they don't open doors, I am the one who knocks

We used to spend entire days playing Tony Hawk, and now the nerds from in your class are the one's getting jocked, woo

I'm taking Joyner, G-Eazy and Logic, Sage, Slug, Vinnie Paz, Futuristic and Hopsin

Mix in some emo shit, some anger some angst and some comments, then you got me, 72 bars dropping

Yeah, go back and count em

There'll still be someone in the comments section talking shit, that's cool man I get it

I love you