Common, J Dilla, 20Means - HEAT! lyrics

You Know That 20Means Will
Probably Fuck Your B hold Up
Couldn’t Start It Like That 'Cause
My Grandma Wouldn’t Like
That So Let Me Go Back Retry It
I’m Trying To Get The Keys To
The City Put On My License
My License Expire In 21, Drinking And Driving
If I'm Not Poppin' By Age 21
Next Year I Got It
Meaning 2022 I'm Coming Through
Dropped The 20 guess He Found A Comfortable
Place In The Booth
Still Got Means Throughout His Blood But
He Searching For Something New
Asked The Universe If My Voice Got
The Power And Juice And If
It Got The Power Thеn Power
The Peoplе And The Youth
Just To Keep It True
Kids From COLA Poppin' Like Soda
And They Might Damage You
Education Lacking Got Negus Acting An Animal
Momma On The Stamps And Made
Poppa Vacant His Family Dues
Trying To Stop The Cycle And
Hoping That It’ll Carry Through
All About The Benji’s But Benji
Been Acting Distant To
That’s The Way It Goes When
You Not Living Slow
If You Black Or You Stack, They Will Get You
Young Or Old on The Track Back-Peddling
Can’t Even Pass Go
In Control Of Your Destiny
Can't Even Think It
So I Give The World A Middle Finger
'Cause Life Is All About Dying so F It
You Either Live For The Moment
Or Live For Trying
Like Trying To Bring Some Peace To The
World But The Peace Is Dying
I'm Guessing We Should've Listened And
Paid Attention To Mayans
If I'm Lying Then I'm Flying Real High
Put Me In The Sky
Heaven's In The Sky I'm Asking Why
We In Dirt When We Die?
Hell Is Underground So If You Ask
Me We Living A Lie
When Nathan Means Go Just Play His Songs
And Set His Ass On Fire
"Wait Wait Wait Hold Up Hold Up Hold Up
Repeat That One More Time
When Nathan Means Go Just Play His
Songs To Set His Ass On"
Yep, Put Me In Some Fire
'Cause These Bars Never Retire
Like i Moved Straight To Cali And
Left Miami So I Don’t Gotta
Carry Heat But I'll Still Put
A 6 Across Your Chest
Like I Want A Championship
I Ain’t Playing For A Check
Still Put Nikes On The Court
Even If I'm In The North I’ll
Put You On The Means Resort
First Rapper On Bleacher Report And I’mma

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