TrXmXtic - Heated Freestyle Lyrics

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What I'm gone do, what I'm gone do, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
What I'm gone do, what I'm gone do, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
I'm on the grind, why is you lyin, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
What I'm gone do, what I'm gone do, yeah

This industry made me mad, but I swear that I keep em heated
I made the game my bitch, but I'm feeling like I've been cheated
I tried to control the alternative, but that's deleted
Keep going back to my past like a cycle that's been repeated
Need some psycho therapy, but I got something to Chvse
There's too much that's inside of me that I don't want to embrace
So much smoke in my face, I'll let you choke on the hate
I feel so dumb for my actions that I don't know my mistakes
So I just ride with it.. ride with it, die with it
Hit the clock, mind spinning, time ticking, I'm finished
Not really, call me the G.O.A.T. like I'm Billy, call me a clown, I'm not silly
If you head south tryna chill, we just send your ass back to Philly
F*ck it, I can't tell if she's f*cking around
Can't tell if he's tryna follow up when she's dropping it down
Tryna talk to me bout money hoes, no sir-ree
I wonder if I can cop some chocolate, no Hershey
Bitch I'm something New, I ain't talking Jersey
F*ck a Youngboy, he be shooting hoops with them herpes
You tryna spell it out for me, send out the word please
You can't hurt me, I've been slept on, I'm in your worst dreams

Nightmares like Cody, light a candle, get cozy (Yeah yeah)
Cuz the only time I go out is if you really tryna blow me (Yeah yeah)
Bitches acting like they know me, but they really wanna smoke me (Yeah yeah)
You f*ckers ain't on my level, you ain't on the levels below me (Yeah yeah)
Flow dope, suffocate rappers with chokeholds
Rhymes blast, leave ya dome blown, if I set a record, it could go gold
Not saying it will, not saying it won't, not saying I kill, not saying I don't
You don't wanna diss, it ain't what you want, but I'll light your ass up with the heat like croissants, WOO
Ticking like a timebomb, I can blow at any minute
Man these rappers' humbleness getting smaller than f*ckin' midgets
Only f*ck with the locals, I cannot f*ck with you hot shots
We scoring bags, while you try to prevent it like cock blocks
Word to Tecca N9ne, I'm tryna rock in the spot
Instead of popping the twats, I shot, not to get caught
Y'all shot in the sock, I'm chompin' to be cookin' like there's crocks in the pot
The time for rhyming's when we chop in the shop

Look, I don't got safety, considered a hazard, reversing my actions, I'm driving in backwards
I'm keeping the green in a bay, Ima packer, I married the game, bitch you can't f*cking have her
There's one hater in a comment section, but there's millions out there being somebody
So f*ck you and your whole team, bitch I don't need no f*cking body

What I'm gone do, what I'm gone do, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
What I'm gone do, what I'm gone do, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
I'm on the grind, why is you lyin, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
What I'm gone do, what I'm gone do, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye

Yeah yeah, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
What I'm gone do, what I'm gone do, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
I'm on the grind, why is you lyin, bitch I gotta keep em heated, aye
What I'm gone do, what I'm gone do, bitch I gotta keep em heated, yuh