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heebzstreet - burn (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
oh god. yeah. you know what this is man
it’s plan b, b-tches

[verse]
someone said your good? they said it out of pity
i do it for new jersey this ain’t only for a city
i’m busting rhymes like busting sperm
i know the craft you’ll never learn
got an owl flow, heads’ll turn
i don’t need my soul, sh-t let it burn
this girl i f-cked so hot my c-ck got tan up in that b-tch
asked her why she with that boy, there ain’t no man up in that b-tch
since i was young, been city bound. k!lled it then but i’m older now
jersey burbs i hold the crown, like an anchor b-tch i hold it down
yeah you know i’m high i be l riding with a fly ho
i just put it on for all the m-th-f-cking people i know
you say i’m way to white i say you whiter than albino
you just mad i’m spitting fire while you gazing like a pyro
so move b-tch! move b-tch! like ludacris, i ain’t new to this
you hear me rap, like who is this? i say it’s me, you say you the sh-t
never plain but high as one, come k!ll me sh-t i ain’t hiding son
stand my ground ain’t tryna run, f-ck 911 i’ll buy a gun
plan b blowing up, dank weed roll it up
at the party showing up, drink until i’m throwing up
your whack rhymes ain’t got far, mine serious like dog star
about to raise the gods’ bar, don’t give a f-ck what the odds are
(woop!) hope for that! i’ma be rich i told her that!
rehab brought the sober back, like the brooklyn bridge i’m over that
man i’m getting wasted pr-nto, i got handles like i’m rondo
white girl like blanco, mixed with that green that’s combo
spitting crazy rhymes and then the crowd just goes insane
and i’ma do this all the time, i’ll never stop till i hit fame
p-ss the blunt right to the left, take two hits and do the same
b-tch it got you going def, that’s that loud inside the game
and i’ma bust up on her face, watch me try and aim this ho
people always stare at me, i ain’t even famous though
all i want to see is money every single way i go
so i think i was meant to ball like lebron and wade, fasho!
rolling up my weed my papers clear just like sierra mist
i’m higher up these steps, ay what you know about them pyramids?
born slate clean, ended up with sinning
but i ain’t never gonna lose, like the yankees, b-tch i’m winning!
don’t pretend to be a friend of me, you’ll only be my enemy
hate fakes, i stay real. one hunnit like a centipede
shout out goes to mmg and all the shots of hennessy
i’m running out of energy so m-th-f-cka end the beat
morning after coming soon b-tch

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