[Intro: Grizzy Hendrix]
So Mr. Hendrix
We meet again
Are you ready to sign this contract this time around?
Well, have a seat

{Verse 1: Grizzy Hendrix]
Yo
So y'all don't really care who I target or what I talk about
Long as it's not taking no money outta ya pockets
You could profit offa' my music but since I'm conscious
You can't bring in no dollars, goddamn it, y'all so obnoxious
Y'all ain't hear me out or even know what I'm about yet
We're not interested, the objective's to bring interest in
And your story's just not that interesting
Our audience is only really into hearin' n***a shit
You know, black-on-black crime that typical ignorant, belligerent
Where's all the pictures with the titties at?
Get the club packin', rap about cash that you don't have
But what about Cole, I could tap in that demographics
People still want lyrics, so why y'all cappin'?
There's gotta be a bigger reason why y'all want that shit
To be honest, we don't really give a damn about ya, so...
Like a Kendrick Lamar album?

[Chorus: Heat]
Should I focus on my dream?
Should I focus on a dream?
Should I focus on the dough that's gettin' green?
Or should I focus on the cars, should I focus on the clubs
Man, I don't really know
I'm lost and I'm trying hard not to sell my soul
Got me headed down a road in a world so cold (so cold)
In a world so cold (so cold)
In a world so cold
I gotta save my soul (my soul)
Go [?] and get soul (soul, oh)
'Cuz all I wanna know, how you helpin' me grow
Am I just sellin' my soul?
[Verse 2: Grizzy Hendrix]
Not quite, but don't take this as us just bein' assholes
But business is business and we got a whole mouthful
[?] Can't sleep, morphine, more pills, for more [?], more drugs, more lean
Juice WRLD was just a sacrifice the world got to see
But normally we push these things through TV
And get these young kids to do it, and that's undoub-ed-tedly
So who are you and why do you think we should stop promotin' beef
Well, number 1, y'all should stop, the death toll's at its peak
You done caused too much hip-hop fans to go through grief
From Mac Miller to Fredo, Juice WRLD and even Peep
R.I.P., this shit is deep, They die, you get paid a fee
And then flee right on to the next artist who got reach
That just post on IG about cups they gon' drink
And then the fans repost it on Twitter, give retweets
And ask how this shit keeps gettin' spread like herpes
So please, miss me with that opportunist shit you preach
I get it, this whole industry is all about the green
Just sign next to the X like Malcolm by any means
Y'all gon' turn me to a star, that's pretty much what y'all mean, right?

[Chorus: Heat]
Should I focus on my dream?
Should I focus on a dream?
Should I focus on the dough that's gettin' green?
Or should I focus on the cars, should I focus on the clubs
Man, I don't really know
I'm lost and I'm trying hard not to sell my soul
Got me headed down a road in a world so cold (so cold)
In a world so cold (so cold)
In a world so cold (cold)
I gotta save my soul (my soul)
Go [?] and get sold (sold, oh)
'Cuz all I wanna know, how you helpin' me grow
Am I just sellin' my soul? (my soul)
My soul
My soul
I've been sellin' my soul
For the longest time, I've been sellin' my soul
I can't my soul
Oh, sell my soul
Can't sell my soul, no
Can't sell my soul