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heat - nav lyrics

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[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
sippin’ medicine, ain’t got no sickness (yeah)
focus, got a million dollar vision (vision)
no education, flooded both of my wrists*es (wrist, wrist, wrist)
panoramic roof, she blow me kisses (skrrt, kiss, kiss, kiss)
everywhere i go, i feel the tension (tension)
only vvs in my dimension
i can show you how to get it, pay attention
it’s your plan and you can’t abandon
love my team, as far i know everybody solid
i’m the boss, a hit ain’t gettin’ sent if i don’t call it
got a lot to offer, i am not your average artist
sit down, have a conversation with me, i got knowledge (ooh)
get excited every time the pills come around (yeah)
head spinnin’ every time i try to lay down (yeah)
they talk behind my back but don’t say sh*t when i’m around (yeah)
tryna stack my money up, i keep on losin’ count (count)

[chorus]
talkin’ ’bout me, shut your mouth, i’m tired of it (shut your mouth)
you say that you real, but i ain’t buyin’ it (no)
pull up in some sh*t, they ask what kind is it
f*ck it, spend my money, i ain’t dyin’ with it (yeah)
workin’ like a slave, but i’m a king, though (yeah)
tapped in with the plugs, i know like cinco (yeah)
off the plane, got caught with weed in heathrow (yeah)
they let me go, said, “keep on making heat, bro”

[verse 2]
i’m the brown boy everybody recognize (recognize)
i ain’t doin’ no work if i ain’t gettin’ mine (gettin’ mine)
she ain’t f*ck with me, she never paid me mind (paid me mind)
now she wanna see me, told her get in line (get in line)
i just got an eight and i’ma pour it all up (pour it up)
elusive, they say it’s me they can’t get a hold of
if i think you fake, i ain’t acceptin’ no love (no love)
f*ck the opps, we shootin’ until we ain’t got no slugs (slugs)

[chorus]
talkin’ ’bout me, shut your mouth, i’m tired of it (shut your mouth)
you say that you real, but i ain’t buyin’ it (no)
pull up in some sh*t, they ask what kind is it
f*ck it, spend my money, i ain’t dyin’ with it (yeah)
workin’ like a slave, but i’m a king, though (yeah)
tapped in with the plugs, i know like cinco (yeah)
off the plane, got caught with weed in heathrow (yeah)
they let me go, said, “keep on making heat, bro”

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