Heat Check lyrics

[Intro: Packy]
Yuh

[Verse 1: Packy]
OMG, I did it all again, had to prove it to myself this time
Took a shot and got another win
Better than anyone else with mine
Now they all wanna do it like me, ooh, this sh*t is lifey
We boomin', yeah, rumors are flyin'
Everyone assumin', yeah, it's all just a game of truth or dare
Luckily, I got it all covered
Ooh, boy, you should see the projections
I'm comin' for all of it, luckily, I don't need any more best friends
I'm back on my wave now
Used to wanna do the press, I don't got no sh*t to say now
They just wanna talk about some dumb sh*t
I don't play down, no way

[Pre-Chorus 1: Packy]
I don't play down, no way
Phony ass will never get my respect
People say they killin' sh*t but they ain't did the deed yet
Every shot I take has been goin' in, I need a heat check

[Chorus: Packy]
I'm the one with the hot hand, goin' hella deep with it, hot damn
Life turned into a movie
We had to shoot and my shooters are knockdown
Hell no, I ain't 'bout to leave yet
I ain't make it to the league yet
I'm the best-kept secret
I need a, I need a, I need a heat check
[Verse 2: Packy]
Yuh
Took a year to get the label up, now we off and runnin'
Every year has been a blessin' but 16 always been our number
You can't really tell me nothin', I see all these rappers buzzin'
They don't get the money, I don't need the fame
I could put you on game, boy, the Speck ain't bluffin'
I run the operation, finally seein' compensation for the work
I don't believe in no moderation
I believe in dream-chasin', even when it hurts
Hustle, it's a full-time job, tryna keep snakes out the huddle
That's why we been on our own
I'd rather bring it home with my bruddas

[Pre-Chorus 2: Packy]
Bring it home with my bruddas, yeah
I don't think it's even halftime for me
If I ever missed, last time was the last time for me
I don't even feel the effect, I need a heat check

[Chorus: Packy]
I'm the one with the hot hand, goin' hella deep with it, hot damn
Life turned into a movie
We had to shoot and my shooters are knockdown
Hell no, I ain't 'bout to leave yet
I ain't make it to the league yet
I'm the best-kept secret
I need a, I need a, I need a heat check
[Verse 3: Joey Alana]
Yo, Pack, wait, I don't think they ready
Waited my whole life, boy, I'm woke now
Half of these dudes claimin' that they artists but they garbage
Can't f*ck with the Speck, just some hometown kids
Livin' the dream and we heatin' up
Outside The Collective, who beating us?
I don't see no competition
The squad has been winning for quite a while
Who compete with us?
Nobody, I'll answer that question
f*ck they opinions, I'll never address 'em
Now they keep askin', "Hey Joe, how'd you do it?"
Wanna come around actin' like they are my best friends
But f*ck 'em, man, y'all are so b*tch made
Like my girl when I'm out and come in late
This that homemade, I ain't gon' wait
To get mine, hit a grounder but still get to home plate

[Pre-Chorus 3: Joey Alana]
Keep my name out your mouth
Better clean it out with that sh*t talk, better get you some Colgate
Nowadays, all they say is
"Joey, don't forget about us, man, just promise you won't change"
But I just hit the reset, I ain't even f*ckin' close to my peak yet
Gave your girl one look, you ask why her seat's wet
'Cause I need a heat check
[Chorus: Packy]
I'm the one with the hot hand, goin' hella deep with it, hot damn
Life turned into a movie
We had to shoot and my shooters are knockdown
Hell no, I ain't 'bout to leave yet
I ain't make it to the league yet
I'm the best-kept secret
I need a, I need a, I need a heat check