[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 shit 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 shit to say now
They just wanna talk about some dumb shit
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' shit 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck 'em, man, y'all are so bitch 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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