Heem B$F, Black Soprano Family - Bastard Child lyrics
[Heem B$F, Black Soprano Family - Bastard Child lyrics]
Uh, they know, they know
Huh, it's Heem, nigga
Uh, uh, it's that East Side Buffalo shit
It's that East Side grimy, nigga
You know where to find me, nigga look, uh
I come from bastard business
Kick it like Master Splinter
Could've got life in prison
From makin' some bad decisions
Totin' them guns and dealing
Mama and daddy was missing
Duckin' them devils and prayin' to God
He the one grantin' my wishes
No, they don't love me for real
So I been keepin' my distance
Say he gon' go for the kill
So I just keep me a Smith &
Murder, we take it to trial
My niggas gon' kill all the witnesses
And we don't shoot in no crowds
That's how the ladies and kids get hit
Don't want nobody that's innocent
We hittin' niggas that's in this shit
I did a shootin' right out of the whip
Soon as I came from the dealership
Know who the fuck that you dealin' with
We be the ones who the killers with
Shit that I talk, I live this shit
Either I seen it or did the shit
Now niggas claimin' they proud of me
That was the same nigga doubted me
No, I ain't no killer
Don't push me or you might bring
It up out of me
One of the realest, I gotta be
Feel like the ghost of Prodigy
'Cause these niggas shook and
I'm chasin' money
I go wherever the profit be
Turn a five to a ten
From a twenty to a fifty
Run that up on a hundred
Now a nigga gettin' filthy
All them nights I was broke
Shit damn near killed me
I stayed down ten toes
Played the hand that they dealt me
All these niggas on my phone
Bitches wanna take selfies now
Good dog, no bones
They ain't even wanna help me out
Street niggas winnin' Grammys now
We was just wearin' hand-me downs
I just wanna feed the family now
Gucci runners and Amiris now
Nigga used to sell cook up
I done fucked around and pushed up
Now it's new VVs, Benz 12 V's
We been on a good run
Call Jake, you wanna book somethin'
Word is that I took somethin'
Street niggas don't do critics
Real niggas in the hood love us
Treat my homies like blood brothers
Got some Crips and some Bloods love us
I been out with the guns bustin'
Since them niggas killed my blood cousin
Thank you, thank you we're gonna take a very
Short intermission now huh, gone
And, uh, then we got a whole lot
More music to play for you, okay?
Huh, it's Heem, nigga
Uh, uh, it's that East Side Buffalo shit
It's that East Side grimy, nigga
You know where to find me, nigga look, uh
I come from bastard business
Kick it like Master Splinter
Could've got life in prison
From makin' some bad decisions
Totin' them guns and dealing
Mama and daddy was missing
Duckin' them devils and prayin' to God
He the one grantin' my wishes
No, they don't love me for real
So I been keepin' my distance
Say he gon' go for the kill
So I just keep me a Smith &
Murder, we take it to trial
My niggas gon' kill all the witnesses
And we don't shoot in no crowds
That's how the ladies and kids get hit
Don't want nobody that's innocent
We hittin' niggas that's in this shit
I did a shootin' right out of the whip
Soon as I came from the dealership
Know who the fuck that you dealin' with
We be the ones who the killers with
Shit that I talk, I live this shit
Either I seen it or did the shit
Now niggas claimin' they proud of me
That was the same nigga doubted me
No, I ain't no killer
Don't push me or you might bring
It up out of me
One of the realest, I gotta be
Feel like the ghost of Prodigy
'Cause these niggas shook and
I'm chasin' money
I go wherever the profit be
Turn a five to a ten
From a twenty to a fifty
Run that up on a hundred
Now a nigga gettin' filthy
All them nights I was broke
Shit damn near killed me
I stayed down ten toes
Played the hand that they dealt me
All these niggas on my phone
Bitches wanna take selfies now
Good dog, no bones
They ain't even wanna help me out
Street niggas winnin' Grammys now
We was just wearin' hand-me downs
I just wanna feed the family now
Gucci runners and Amiris now
Nigga used to sell cook up
I done fucked around and pushed up
Now it's new VVs, Benz 12 V's
We been on a good run
Call Jake, you wanna book somethin'
Word is that I took somethin'
Street niggas don't do critics
Real niggas in the hood love us
Treat my homies like blood brothers
Got some Crips and some Bloods love us
I been out with the guns bustin'
Since them niggas killed my blood cousin
Thank you, thank you we're gonna take a very
Short intermission now huh, gone
And, uh, then we got a whole lot
More music to play for you, okay?