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NEW HEEM ALBUM “From The Cradle To The Game“ OUT NOW!!! FOLLOW HEEM $f/1511041241 Lyrics Uh, uh, uh huh , Uh huh Ayo, Ayo, They know, they know (ah ha ha) This that Eastside grimey ni-, they know where to find me Look Now what you know about dope game cocaine, uh Say what you know about gun shots close range, uh (bap, bap, bap, bap) The OG told me keep it hunnit and don’t change nothin’ (Don’t change shit ni-) Drag my name through the dirt that’s when I came up (That’s how I got this shit) See me lit, now that same ni- showin’ fake love I hit his bitch, so that one ni- hold a fake grudge I’m wit’ the killas in the room, you ni- ain’t thug He the man in the middle, that ni- ain’t plug (He ain’t the plug ni-) I’m the ni- in the back seat slippin’ on gloves Send a ni- to the moon, that boy gon’ need a dove Ghetto caused a ni- pain, sometimes I need a hug Know we all bleed the same so gangstas need love I just tell ‘em what it is, we past what it was Plus the past five years we past ni- runs I’m just tryna feed the kids been stackin’ up ones I’m the one who broke the bid so 50s and dubs (Need dat) Know the move cash rules, the model in the slums VVS in my jewels, I used to eat crumbs (I ain’t have shit ni-) First day I dropped out, I went and bought a gun Started hustlin’ in a drought, put one on top of one Everybody talkin’ bricks but never cooked none (You ain’t cook shit) Got a million dollar wrist, the base heads love it Told me stay up out the streets, I woke up still thuggin’ Homie talkin’ like a killa he ain’t gone kill nuttin (Pussy) Gave my dog 100 years he don’t feel nuttin (Don’t feel shit) Long live that ni- Du my favorite first cousin He the one who showed me bricks, I turned to a hustla (Miss you ni-) Flip the pound two times then went and bought a bucket (Skrrr) Got my hammer pants on, you ni- can’t touch it Diamonds get they dance on and no I can’t tuck it You can try my chains on then you gon’ die in public (Bap, bap, bap) I was really hands on these rap ni- bluffin’ I’m the one who went to war, you neva shot nuttin This BSF stand for you better stop frontin’ They could send a whole army, we still not runnin’ I got ni- sittin’ biddin’ with years in the hunnits Every ghetto that I go, don’t near a ni- touch us This 40 cal ain’t for show, it’s full of bone crushers Fuck with us you get a grave, a cane, or crutches Lil one turn you to a game then roll it up in dutches (Bap, bap, bap) Grimiest of all time so don’t nobody trust us Make me go in flipmode, I feel like old Busta Know I pack a pistol, I blow this mothafucka (Brrrr, bap, bap, bap) Know that boy a bitch though, he been a cold sucka What you blood or crip though, I ride for my brothas Choppa in the fish bowl may only God judge us You can check my zip code, some bad mothafuckas Flippin’ bricks not crypto this sold drug money, ni- This sold drug money, ni- Flippin’ bricks not crypto this sold drug money You know , I ain’t never been on that scammin’ shit ni- (Uh uh) Ni- waking up, grindin’ everyday, sun down ni-, sun up Sun up to sun down You know how this shit go, got the same 24 as me ni- (Eastside) Go eat some’ ni-, can tell you starvin’ right ? They know
