Shad - Heat lyrics
[Shad - Heat lyrics]
Yeah, I get it
So I see some artists complain
About people all in their (business)
And they go and post
Twit-pics like it's their (business)
If you go making your business part of your
(business) well that's a risk and homie
Risks are part of business
It's shut up or shut
Down your Instagram account
Cause no one wants to hear us
Trip about how we're living
It's a different world theme, if
You can dish it, you can take it
If you can't
Take your dishes out the kitchen I get it
But now you got to blog and
Tweet if you want to eat
And everybody want to eat
Teeth want it sweet though
If it means a lot of beef
Then they want to leave
A lot of people want the lead till
It's drama on and off the screen
Then they want to be all Wanda Sykes with it
Win it with the comedy
Instead of talking honestly
They want to be the champ
They don't even know the Guarneri
Want to be the king like Lebron
But they don't want the heat
Feel the pressures in here
Make the heat like a thermostat
All they do is talk a lot
Keep talking heat
But when it's on they just pass to Wade
Claiming they on the corner
Shooting like they Battier
It's that or they just
Rap about fashion, fabrics, and fabricate
Verses sound like an article from Chatelaine
B
I love seeing my people sipping on Cabernets
Blacks with access, and assets and accolades
But tell Obama that a lot
Of things haven't changed
All the same partying
Balling's the same masquerade
We want it hot, love, food, cigarettes, and
We like 'em fast, cars, girls, Internets, and
If you're trying to keep pace
Then you finna sweat can't get in step
Can't stop to get into breath
Under pressure
Of course they love to press you
When they see dollar signs in
Your name like you're Ke$ha
Hot yoga, gotta let the heat stretch ya
Or else you go and flex and
End up in a stretcher yes, sir
I said this life is a hell steps from heaven
Fear is a jail, I'm in a cell next to legends
Tell em what your view through
These bars looks like
If you still think there's wrongs
That these songs could right
You let these toys strike first
Cause they frighten the work all talk
Pull the string on the back of their shirt
Let it go to hear
The same robotic manufacture
Rap flow spoken with not a passionate work
Falling back on excuses as a default mode
With broke lines
Only Ma Bell'll recall those
Death sentences in your Field of
Dreams that got sowed
Its a grim look when you
Gotta reap all of those
I've seen a lot of writers
Folding and get licked
They know when we push the
Envelope and it shows, like Netflix
Yo, Rel' and Shad connect over
Hot and sour soup, watching hot docs
Relaxin', no sweat, kid
So I see some artists complain
About people all in their (business)
And they go and post
Twit-pics like it's their (business)
If you go making your business part of your
(business) well that's a risk and homie
Risks are part of business
It's shut up or shut
Down your Instagram account
Cause no one wants to hear us
Trip about how we're living
It's a different world theme, if
You can dish it, you can take it
If you can't
Take your dishes out the kitchen I get it
But now you got to blog and
Tweet if you want to eat
And everybody want to eat
Teeth want it sweet though
If it means a lot of beef
Then they want to leave
A lot of people want the lead till
It's drama on and off the screen
Then they want to be all Wanda Sykes with it
Win it with the comedy
Instead of talking honestly
They want to be the champ
They don't even know the Guarneri
Want to be the king like Lebron
But they don't want the heat
Feel the pressures in here
Make the heat like a thermostat
All they do is talk a lot
Keep talking heat
But when it's on they just pass to Wade
Claiming they on the corner
Shooting like they Battier
It's that or they just
Rap about fashion, fabrics, and fabricate
Verses sound like an article from Chatelaine
B
I love seeing my people sipping on Cabernets
Blacks with access, and assets and accolades
But tell Obama that a lot
Of things haven't changed
All the same partying
Balling's the same masquerade
We want it hot, love, food, cigarettes, and
We like 'em fast, cars, girls, Internets, and
If you're trying to keep pace
Then you finna sweat can't get in step
Can't stop to get into breath
Under pressure
Of course they love to press you
When they see dollar signs in
Your name like you're Ke$ha
Hot yoga, gotta let the heat stretch ya
Or else you go and flex and
End up in a stretcher yes, sir
I said this life is a hell steps from heaven
Fear is a jail, I'm in a cell next to legends
Tell em what your view through
These bars looks like
If you still think there's wrongs
That these songs could right
You let these toys strike first
Cause they frighten the work all talk
Pull the string on the back of their shirt
Let it go to hear
The same robotic manufacture
Rap flow spoken with not a passionate work
Falling back on excuses as a default mode
With broke lines
Only Ma Bell'll recall those
Death sentences in your Field of
Dreams that got sowed
Its a grim look when you
Gotta reap all of those
I've seen a lot of writers
Folding and get licked
They know when we push the
Envelope and it shows, like Netflix
Yo, Rel' and Shad connect over
Hot and sour soup, watching hot docs
Relaxin', no sweat, kid