Lyrics Heat Check - Radio Edit - Livefromthecity

Heat check lately I been scorching
Getting to it but I gotta get more of it
Making shots everywhere on the floor
The haters just be criticizing the form
Me and lame niggas never been cordial
Lately I feel like I might be immortal
Rotate my roster of hoes every quarter
And fuck them all in alphabetical order
Everyone talking bout Livefromthecity
Cause Livefromthecity is hot in the streets
Everyone wanna fuck Livefromthecity
You could get a record deal fucking on me
Riding through the Philadelphia streets
With Saani Mac and Jordan Montgomery
Overbooked way too busy for beef
Got my vegan shorty rolling a leaf
I'm elite
Y'all waiting in line for designer sneakers
I'm designing my own sneakers I am a beast
I don't see rappers as competition
I just see them as children that I gotta teach
Every time that I pick up a pen and pad
Ten toes like I'm marching for peace
Keep a twelve but defund the police
Livefromthecity got too many hoes
Livefromthecity got too many flows
Livefromthecity gone ride for his bros
Ask about Live in the city they know
They be tryna rap like me but they can't
So they dress and they act like me
Niggas talk tough on the net
But in real life any action happening is not likely
Livefromthecity left Earth on his own
Can't nobody take me me outta my zone/
Your shorty got my album downloaded on her phone
She been tryna turn you into my clone
Driving While Black that's the label and the team
Do it independent like Lil Boosie
From the same city as August Wilson
I got two trains running and I'll never steam

Hits back to back every week yeah I did that
If I post up on his block it's a mismatch
Pay me for verse might not get sent back
Niggas always lying bout a check You ain't get that
Niggas always lying bout some pussy you ain't hit that
Shorty got some bodies I got shit against that
Put put it in reverse no mirror just look back
What's your Cash App let me know where to send that
Try to takeover the world
I might
Oh you think I fucked your girl
You're right
You wanna know when it happened?
Last night
Oh you really got a problem
Let's fight
The rap game Is in debt to me
I'm the reason you make less money
They way you acting for a hundred dollars
When's the last time that you touched money?
These days I don't stretch money
When's it's crunch time she put a clutch on me
She told me that she always pray for me
And man I am is why she fucking on me
I don't trust it but I'm still in it
Almost died but I'm still living
Black men always getting killed
By the cops shit got me real livid
I can paint it for you real vivid
Ancestors on T-shirts
Light a candle where my mans died
Asking God why it wasn't me first
I guess I'm here for a reason
Rocking flavors all my fashion seasoned
Real Gold and it's gleaming
My skin glisten it's the cleanest
Bad bitch she the meanest
Wishing death on me but she don't mean it
Every time I make it rain
Shorty gonna dance in it like Selena
I walk around in a pair of ones
A white tee and some blue denim
I'm the type to shoot the fair one
I don't care he got his crew with him
Comparing us could embarrass you
Take your coins and buy some new linens
Live providing all new visions
Poured my sole out and got a shoe deal
I am too different
Heat check lately I been scorching
Getting to it but I gotta get more of it
Making shots everywhere on the floor
The haters just be criticizing the form
Me and lame niggas never been cordial
Lately I feel like I might be immortal
Rotate my roster of hoes every quarter
And fuck them all in alphabetical order