Shad - Heat lyrics

[Verse 1: Shad] Yeah, I get it So I see some artists complain about people all in their (business) And they go and post twit-pics like it's their (business) If you go making your business part of your (business) Well that's a risk and homie risks are part of business It's shut up or shut down your Instagram account Cause no one wants to hear us trip about how we're living It's a different world theme, if you can dish it, you can take it If you can't, take your dishes out the kitchen I get it But now you got to blog and tweet if you want to eat And everybody want to eat, teeth want it sweet though If it means a lot of beef, then they want to leave A lot of people want the lead till it's drama on and off the screen Then they want to be all Wanda Sykes with it Win it with the comedy, instead of talking honestly They want to be the champ, they don't even know the Guarneri Want to be the king like Lebron, but they don't want the heat [Hook] Feel the pressures in here Make the heat like a thermostat All they do is talk a lot [Verse 2: Shad] Keep talking heat, but when it's on they just pa** to Wade Claiming they on the corner shooting like they Battier It's that or they just rap about fashion, fabrics, and fabricate Verses sound like an article from Chatelaine, B I love seeing my people sipping on Cabernets Blacks with access, and a**ets and accolades But tell Obama that a lot of things haven't changed All the same partying, balling's the same masquerade We want it hot, love, food, cigarettes, and We like 'em fast, cars, girls, Internets, and If you're trying to keep pace then you finna sweat Can't get in step, can't stop to get into breath Under pressure, of course they love to press you When they see dollar signs in your name like you're Ke$ha Hot yoga, gotta let the heat stretch ya Or else you go and flex and end up in a stretcher Yes, sir [Hook x2] [Verse 3a: Shad] I said this life is a hell steps from heaven Fear is a jail, I'm in a cell next to legends Tell em what your view through these bars looks like If you still think there's wrongs that these songs could right [Verse 3b: Relic] You let these toys strike first cause they frighten the work All talk, pull the string on the back of their shirt Let it go to hear the same robotic manufacture Rap flow spoken with not a pa**ionate work Falling back on excuses as a default mode With broke lines, only Ma Bell'll recall those d**h sentences in your Field of Dreams that got sowed Its a grim look when you gotta reap all of those I've seen a lot of writers folding and get licked They know when we push the envelope and it shows, like Netflix Yo, Rel' and Shad connect over hot and sour soup, watching hot docs Relaxin', no sweat, kid