Heem - Black Sheep Lyrics

Heem, what's your story though, bro?
Uh, man, you know, uh
My story, man, is, is, is
A little ghetto boy from the east side of Buffalo, you nah mean?

Uh, uh, they know, they know (they know, they know)
They know, one take
Mh, one, two
It's Heem, nigga
The black sheep, they know
Look, uh

It's them BSF niggas, uh, them GXF niggas (GXF)
I know you heard of them, but we the next niggas, uh
We done stretched niggas (they know), uh, shot the best niggas, uh
They talkin' down on us let me recorrect niggas, 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 businesses
They copyin' and mimickin', duplicating images
When I look in the mirror, see a nigga really livin' it
Famous from that gritty shit, made a hundred-fifty 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, nigga)
Trigger finger hit a lick (gimme that)
Another run could get us rich, but this still a hit or miss
Baseheads need a fix, my new shit need a mix (woo)
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 drawer 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 the cribs and came home with them M's
Had the old school too, traded that for the Benz (skrrt)
Know the old rules, nigga, you a rat, we ain't friends
All that shit they put us through, now they wanna make amends
Ask them niggas, I'm the truth, we the ones settin' trends (they know)
My OG's from the stoop, pull up on me droppin' gems
All-black Adidas suit, pocket rocket with the Timbs
Niggas tryna call a truce, guess this how the story ends
I just bought a bulletproof, know I'm thuggin' 'til the end (bap, bap, bap)
When you see them niggas shoot, then we gotta go again
It's lil' Heem, I'm living proof, shot a nigga 2010
Heard them nigga wish me death (wuh?), went to war with plenty men
Play it like a game of chess, say hello my little friend, they know (brrt)

They know, motherf*cker (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
Nigga
East side grimy, nigga, ha
Know where to find me, nigga, ha, ha
(Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) ha
I'm gone