HEAT (Draft) BROCKHAMPTON

[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
That’s the first one to go, the first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
Shotta, shotta
Who be that, the number one shotta?
Put a missile on you when I'm on your blocka
It no be thing, no be issue when I'm off it, off it, I'm off it
I got the magazine for the pistol
For any politician talkin' shit, givin' issue
Another black man in the street, it's official
We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol
Huh, fuck, another cop car
Cop coming on my block for the answers
Bitch, I only got a few questions
Fuck it, pon' mi mommy and mi bredren

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
I know I’m tryna change, that shit don't ever work
Just end up more broken down than when I started
And that concrete always hurts too
Started thinking I ain’t meant for life; but that’s too deep
Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning
In shit's creek of my emotions trying harder to be open
Talking 'bout release dates, I’m trying to make it to tomorrow
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
So I need two shots of everything that’s on the fuckin' menu
I’m dancing by myself, setting fire to the venue, motherfucker