Heat (Five OHH)

Riding through the city with my eyes low

I'm gettin', gettin' love out in Oslo

I'm rolling with a posse full of pyros

These people need the heat, so we deliver like we Five-O

Five-O, there go the Five-O

They talking shit, they pulling guns just like they Five-O

Five-O, there go the Five-O

And I ain't stressing no depressants, got the hydro

I-I eat well, I fuck great, I have no complaints

Them lames in the background can't eat off my plate

I'm E-dub', I'm two tones, there is no debate

If you sleep on me, wake up, that bed 'bout to break

I got that two-step, '82, black and blue Nike shoes

I can trek through anything, mostly I know what it do

Back when I was smaller, was mistaken for a baller

I grew up with a shoulder chip, got big as I got taller

And I'm on it 'til I'm not, bullshit got me hot

Why the fuck so many brothers losing lives on shocken cops?

A preacher I am not, politician I am not

With that body camera stamina, put baby in the spot

Bassline go hammer (hammer), my beats have no manners (manners)

They come to your table and eat up your sandwich

I have that advantage, I been had the leverage

That seven foot rank can still get quite protected (I'll-I'll-I'll)

I'll expose who controls everything from beneath

They dispose of the soul, release with the bleach

Any thoughts of the matrix, controlled by police

And we made to believe they want peace

I-I-I cop a chainsaw and motherfucking vroom-vroom

I'm-I'm-I'm make you feel like you just ate up some shroom-shrooms

I brought my baseball bat, but I ain't come to play

The cops watch us, hope they got us on a big display

Two-tone rebel, never settle for the subtle

I be double when it comes to getting digi with your hustle

I be on it 'cause they want it, if they didn't, I would flush it

Got a hundred different ways to turn them bitches into nothing

If you looking at the numbers, if you really do the numbers

Population lost, the politicians fucking with encumbrance