Songtexte More Heat - Jamal Lewis

Poor me I don't think they can afford me
All I really need is more beats
Then I sit back and record me
That's the only way I can make more heat
More heat that fye ahh
Poor me
I don't think they can afford me
All I really need is more beats
Then I sit back and record me
That's the only way I can make more heat

They cannot afford me because I'm too priceless
Most of these niggas lose to they own vices
I cannot take advice from niggas who can't get they life right man
Niggas get stuck in a jam I'm tryna make those
Tryna stay outta the tabloids and magazines but I still crack me a centerfold
I been on go
Since I came out of the womb
My senses have been in tune
Stuck in the crib
Whenever I show up my niggas like damn what you been into man
I been in my mental this shit getting hectic
These niggas think simple my mind is ecclectic
I'm smoking this weed and it's getting me higher than ever expected ugh
I said what I meant to my mental a cell
I'm stuck inside it niggas stuck inside hell
Helping somebody only help if they really wanna help they self
And I don't see help wanted signed
I can't help one of mind
I can't stay on the shelf
Gotta sell these rhymes
I ain't selling my soul what the fuck you implying
I'm applying pressure
Keep the pliers on they nuts like I'm Katt Williams
I was just gone go home and smoke watch the grinch
And I really think that I might be the grinch
Man it's fuck christmas all that shit
Celebrate Kwanzaa with a black fist
And a black bihh oouu Queen
Everybody know what the fuck that I mean, Fax

Poor me
I don't think they can afford me
All I really need is more beats
Then I sit back and record me
That's the only way I can make more heat
More heat that fye ahh
Poor me
I don't think they can afford me
All I really need is more beats
Then I sit back and record me
That's the only way I can make more heat