Space Heater (feat. Domo Genesis)

Conductor!

Fall off, I can make a hunnid that quick
Carry on, nigga, on some running back shit (C-C)
Get it one time, we was loving that shit
My older relli went to jail, he was pumping that... shit
Nigga run it like he dumping that shit
Inglewood champ, nigga, on some lumberjack shit
Cut the chess, only when the tables suited when it ship
Too advanced, all the shit that I went through so you could live
Comfortably involved, the writing, as you can see, is on the wall
Ain't no case to plead, snakes and leeches weaving through 'em all
Call it even, I don't hear the politics, for a reason
Well seasoned, I'm a pure cut product you could believe in
Don't ask me what I'm doing, motherfucker, I'm eating and I'm praying
That heater in your face so you can see what I'm saying
They take it all away, but can't a nigga ever break shit
I look you in the face, if you in fear, you in the way

My whole division in this bitch, we got it gridlocked
Came from underneath like uppercuts and rib shots
Some niggas touched this shit and just flipped out
But I went back to the basics, did a pit stop
Solely known for handling biz
You in that viewpoint, you know the brain real
They can't dispute it, I'm away still
Quit talking to me like relationship's the same still
You trust niggas for what they say, you might be crazy
Running 'round, confusion couldn't faze me
It ain't in your heart, I smell it like sharks when the water bleed
This is not what you thought it'd be... uh!