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black soprano family & heem b$f - bastard child lyrics

[intro: b$f heem]
uh, they know, they know
huh, it’s heem, n+gga
uh, uh, it’s that east side buffalo sh+t (haha)
it’s that east side grimy, n+gga
you know where to find me, n+gga
look, uh

[verse: b$f heem]
i come from b+st+rd business (b+st+rd child)
kick it like master splinter (they know)
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 (they don’t love me), so i been keepin’ my distance (uh)
say he gon’ go for the k!ll, so i just keep me a smith &
murder, we take it to trial, my n+ggas gon’ k!ll all the witnesses
and we don’t shoot in no crowds (uh+uh), that’s how the ladies and kids get hit
don’t want n0body that’s innocent
we hittin’ n+ggas that’s in this sh+t
i did a shootin’ right out of the whip soon as i came from the dealership (they know)
know who the f+ck that you dealin’ with
we be the ones who the k!llers with
sh+t that i talk, i live this sh+t
either i seen it or did the sh+t (dead that, n+gga)
now n+ggas claimin’ they proud of me (haha)
that was the same n+gga doubted me (f+ck that n+gga)
no, i ain’t no k!ller, don’t push me (they know) or you might bring it up out of me
one of the realest, i gotta be
feel like the ghost of prodigy
’cause these n+ggas shook and i’m chasin’ money, i go wherever the profit be (yeah)
turn a five to a ten (to a ten), from a twenty to a fifty (to a fifty)
run that up on a hundred (on a hundred), now a n+gga gettin’ filthy (that’s filthy)
all them nights i was broke (i was broke, n+gga), sh+t d+mn near k!lled me (k!lled me)
i stayed down ten toes (ten toes), played the hand that they dealt me (nah)
all these n+ggas on my phone (phone), b+tches wanna take selfies now
good dog, no bones, they ain’t even wanna help me out
street n+ggas winnin’ grammys now
we was just wearin’ hand+me+downs
i just wanna feed the family now
gucci runners and amiris now
n+gga used to sell cook up (they know)
i done f+cked around and pushed up
now it’s new vvs, benz 12 v’s, we been on a good run (yeah)
call jake, you wanna book somethin’ (call jake, n+gga)
word is that i took somethin’ (what up?)
street n+ggas don’t do critics (f+ck that), real n+ggas in the hood love us (they know)
treat my homies like blood brothers (on blood)
got some crips and some bloods love us (on blood)
i been out with the guns bustin’ (brrt)
since them n+ggas k!lled my blood cousin
[outro: b$f heem]
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?

- black soprano family heem bf lyrics

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