[Lyric] Heat (LoneStar AP)

[Freeverse]
I’ll look at death in its eyes when it comes knocking at my door
Been through hell and survived, nothing’s a problem anymore
And if you ready to ride, then you should probably let me know
It’s either Plata o Plomo, pick it wrong, and you get smoked
I’m the original flow dealer, uncivil and rogue, realer than spilling up foamed liquor to reminisce over the coldest killers who live in a hole in prison
Giving them potent dosages of this shit, I'm inventing my own venom
An infinite, limitless villain to foes, I kill them and then I deliver them home
They running when they see what’s coming’s something like a lit fuse
Subtle, but combustible enough to fuck up 6 crews
Sauce man, sizzling slick lyrics, I drip juice
Brutally bludgeoning beats bloody with a big bruise
Sipping enough liquor to finish up a brewery
Bruce lee shit the way we hit the swisher blue weed
Spruce trees, rose gold glistening on my jewelry
You bitches spitting fiction while we living in a movie
Truly, I swear these people fucking fake
It’s a sweatshop dawg, y'all give me a fucking break
Anything you bitches bringing bet you we could fucking take
If any rapper want it with me promise he gets fucking ate
AP