Tearing It Up (With HeatWave)

Yeah, tearing it up, running from a cop, drinking from a cup, never gonna stop. Yeah these 2 grinding all day, my imploding mouth will make you wanna stay. First sentence left me alone, you need an 100 buck bank loan, yeah. Wast a good surprise, I ain’t never none of my homies, not win a prize. Crap, my bad bombs, makes me want to crash on, crashing out, that ain’t my station. Radio station, application, alligator, see ya later. Uhh [BRAKETZ]! Uhh HeatWave, in the place, using all of my bars with grace. No trash out of this lil trap right here, next arrest is nowhere near. Uhh, tearing up crap, looking through closets without no flap. No cap, I’ll be the one who takes you back, I ain’t insane, I be winning the final game, using my mega brain, I’ll break out of a metal chain. Yeah, my heat makes you explode, now I’m in super bars mega mode, yeah listen to my rhyme, yeah I see you again next time.