Heat (feat. Goose the Rapper)

Chethelyricist Goose the Rapper You should already know what's going on Demons talking at me I don't wanna have a conversation Hotter than the 281 Or walking through eight suns Who's Satan Can't see me with new Raybanz All hell might let loose in this mufucka Then they'll just scurry I got the herbs And the spice Like red curry Don't bring ice to this fight That's a death wish Catch you slipping I am that slick On a mission for the check Gotta knock it off my checklist Sorry that was kinda basic Um I'm Turning spirits to coal Putting fear in the hearts of the Pastor Preacher The pope On every beat I float Tryna collect ya soul Then disappear like smoke It's Che the lyrical ghost Uh Lately I've been in a rush But I never hurry Bunch of rats up in ya pack Time for you to scurry But don't you worry I'm ending up at my goals I smoked a hundred bowls I'm ashing em on you hoes And that's just how this life shit goes What's your position Don't ask me for commission When you ain't fuck with the vision It seems like you've been missing You're probably steady dissing You posting on your socials And hanging with oppositions But I've been on a mission I'm taking it on the road I'm tryna find a home Or something that I could own I'm tryna make this music And use it to take the throne But baby girl calling for the bone I swear man I've got too many bitches A few of em left me stitches I've never been a snitch But I can tell your palms are itching And I'm fishing Tryna find the real that I've been missing But lately all the real ones distant so Before I go I'll leave you with food for thought Is everything you want Worth more than the shit you've got Is climbing over homies The way to get to the top Like a fish out of water Will you flop Peace