Turn the Heat Up

Now things have cooled off a little bit

But ladies and gentlemen, it continues

Most of the south is still in the grips of a major heatwave

Check

Now if you smell grease in the kitchen, you've got Dillon to thank

I'm cooking with gas, and I got plenty still in the tank

Every bar is a bill in the bank

Who the five greatest of all time? I'ma let you fill it blank

(Dylan, Dylan, Dylan)

You know the rest though

I'm suavemente, but just the Crespo

I'm no Elvis, I ain't in the shape to show pelvis

Word to Diam, all I did is went for mine 'cause I'm so selfish

Well-wishers ain't around like they used to be

All up in the mix and don't wanna pay the producer fee (word?)

Thinking they can sip the juice for free

As if I ain't have to pay dues, that's news to me

They sayin' I can pull a seat up to the table now

I hope that Paten like the way that I'm holdin' the label down

Last time I checked, my pocket weighed a pound (what up, P?)

We goin' diggin' in the crates, and then we pass the full plate around

Now let me crack the beat, take my feet up

Turn-turn-turn-turn the heat up

Now let me crack the beat, take my feet up

Turn-turn-tunr-turn the heat up

Now let me crack the beat, take my feet up

Turn-turn-turn-turn the heat up

Turn-turn-turn-turn the heat up

Broadcasting live from a location that is yet to be disclosed (I ain't tellin' y'all)

That's why you and I are diametrically opposed

Y'all some hoes collectively, respectfully it shows (right there)

Got you froze off the threat that we impose, stop sweatin'

A yo, my foes talk slander, but it's under their breath

I don't pander, I'ma keep it a hundred to the death

I got ethics, my method's always been scientific

I write a rhyme then get high and kick it now, they buying tickets

My clientele is supreme, I ain't lyin'

I'm tryna tell ya, me and diamond, that's a helluva team

The string section plays an elegant theme, I make an entrance