PRE-ORDER NEW HEEM ALBUM “From The Cradle To The Game”
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Lyrics
They know, they know (Ha ha)
They know, one take
One, two
Machine niThe black sheep, they know
It’s them BSF ni- uh, them GXF ni- (GXF)
I know you heard of them, but, we the next ni- uh
We done stretched ni-, uh, shot the best ni- uh (They know)
They talkin’ down on us let me recorrect ni- uh
Them deals six figures (Six figures)
Them killas still wit’ us (They know)
And if you want the crown, then you gotta deal wit’ us uh
Lock me up for menacin’, love me ‘cause my penmanship
Swapped the crack money, for some real estate and business
They copyin’ and mimickin’, duplicating images
When I look in the mirror, see a ni- really livin’ it
Famous from that gritty shit, made 150 flip
wit’ 3.5 and a dope boy membership
Teacher called me idiot, made me feel illiterate
Everyday belittle shit, but never did consider this
My right hand can cook a brick (Look now ni-)
Trigger finger hit a lick (Gimme that)
Another run could get us rich, but this still a hit or miss
Base heads need a fix, my new shit need a mix
Made a livin’ off the strip, now I get it off of this
‘Member me ? corner store, left pockets full of nicks, a 38 bottom draw at my grandmama crib
(Bap, bap, bap)
After that I bought a sig, homie hit me with a big
It’s free Gotti and Trigg, uncle Hongry did it big
Never mention what we did, never told did his bid
Sold the whips and and the cribs and came home with them M’s (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Had the old school too, traded that for the Benz (Skrrrrr)
Know the old rules ni-, you a rat we ain’t friends
All that shit they put us through, now they wanna make amends
Ask them ni- I’m the truth, we the ones settin’ trends (They know)
My ogs from the stoop, pull up on me droppin’ gems
All black adidas suit, pocket rocket with the timbs
Ni- trynna call a truce, guess this how the story ends
I just bought a bullet proof, know I’m thuggin’ ‘till the end
When you see them ni- shoot, then we gotta go again
It’s lil Heem I’m living proof, shot a ni- 20 10
Heard them ni- wish me death (Huh?)
Went to war with plenty men
Play it like a game of chess, say hello my little friend
They know
Mothafucka
NiEast side grimey niKnow where to find me ni-
I’m gone