| Feel something burnin' in the air |
| Something in the furnace, I can tell |
| I can feel the heat from over here |
| I can feel the heat from over here |
| I was tryna warn them, they didn't care |
| Turn me to a monster, I'mma kill |
| Now they can feel the heat from over here |
| They feel the heat from over here |
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| Turn it up, turn it up |
| Turn it up, turn it up |
| Burn it up, burn it up |
| Burn it up, burn it up |
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| Nigga tried to backdoor, can't run out the back door |
| Campbellton to flat shoals, I'mma let that gat show |
| I learned how to crack skulls, crack cars, crack codes |
| Most of all these rap folks act hard at home |
| Pistols pop like soda, me and the brodies like the task force |
| I don't give a fuck if he your homie, we gon' tax, bro |
| I don't give a fuck if he don't know me, better ask, ho |
| West Atlanta asshole, weapons on the dash, ho |
| And I thought you had smoke, you've been duckin' dabs, fuck a jab, |
| nigga we slam folks |
| Mother fuck the man, what's the plan? We gon' scam folks |
| Bitch, I ain't been up in a minute, so I'm down, bro |
| Why'd they let me cook? I'mma burn this bitch down, ho |
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| Hmm, hmm |
| Hmm, hmm |
|
| Feel something burnin' in the air |
| Something in the furnace, I can tell |
| I can feel the heat from over here |
| I can feel the heat from over here |
| I was tryna warn them, they didn't care |
| Turn me to a monster, I'mma kill |
| Now they can feel the heat from over here |
| They feel the heat from over here |
|
| Turn it up, turn it up |
| Turn it up, turn it up |
| Burn it up, burn it up |
| Burn it up, burn it up |
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