[Chorus]

It's not the heat, it's the dust

It's not the money, it's the rush

It's not the weed, that's a crutch

It's not greed, that's not enough

It's not the heat, it's the dust

It's not the drugs, it's the cut

It's not the act, it's the touch

It's how she arch her back when she-

[Verse 1]

Knock the plane out the sky

Spark the genocide

Let's see who gives who a place to hide

You might be surprised (You might not)

Either way, it'd be wise to retrieve that black box

If you live, sometimes it's best just to circle the block

I was in the ceilin' when they swept the buildin'

I kept my head down when the cops came for the children

I rode the train er'y day past that fuckin' prison

I broke bread with killas and rapists

I got money with niggas you should not leave with a child for two fuckin' seconds

They don't tell you that in they raps

Don't tell me that's the past

I live in the past jack

It ain't even that different

Niggas rhyme fast about bitches

Niggas supposedly abstract

White boys take what they want and just flip it, flip it

Shrug before he licked the revolver, shoulda listened

Now these the shenanigans you involved with, this the system

Crocodile slid it in, almost graceful how he swim

I'm a savage, volcano rim, just toss him in

[Chorus]

It's not the heat, it's the dust

It's not the money, it's the rush

It's not the weed, that's a crutch

It's not greed, that's not enough (It's not enough)

It's not the heat, it's the dust (It's not enough, man, that's the problem)

[Verse 2]

You on the list

Planet ain't big enough, we can't coexist

Say my prayers e'ry night you'll be in the mix

I can't wait, dream about it like sex

Etch you off the writ

Help you remember what you tryna forget

I want us to be alone in your home

I wanna suck the marrow out ya bones

I wanna show you what I learned from the worst people I ever known

I wanna follow you like the Jakes

I wanna swallow you, show you the hate inside, it's a lake

So cold, so deep

I see you, you never saw me

Transferred to the C

So close, I can see a nick from shavin'

Your neck so exposed

Your throat would open like a hose

Eyes wide open, I would watch you go

Seeing you in hell, all I think about when they say woods, "That's all she wrote"

I know the list long

I put you at the fuckin' top though