Bastard Child - Black Soprano Family ft. Heem B$F

Uh, they know, they know

Huh, it's Heem, nigga

Uh, uh, it's that East Side Buffalo shit (Haha)

It's that East Side grimy, nigga

You know where to find me, nigga

Look, uh

I come from bastard business (Bastard 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 kill, so I just keep me a Smith &

Murder, we take it to trial, my niggas gon' kill 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 nobody that's innocent

We hittin' niggas that's in this shit

I did a shootin' right out of the whip soon as I came from the dealership (They know)

Know who the fuck that you dealin' with

We be the ones who the killers with

Shit that I talk, I live this shit

Either I seen it or did the shit (Dead that, nigga)

Now niggas claimin' they proud of me (Haha)

That was the same nigga doubted me (Fuck that nigga)

No, I ain't no killer, 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 niggas 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 nigga gettin' filthy (That's filthy)

All them nights I was broke (I was broke, nigga), shit damn near killed me (Killed me)

I stayed down ten toes (Ten toes), played the hand that they dealt me (Nah)

All these niggas on my phone (Phone), bitches wanna take selfies now

Good dog, no bones, they ain't even wanna help me out

Street niggas winnin' Grammys now

We was just wearin' hand-me-downs

I just wanna feed the family now

Gucci runners and Amiris now

Nigga used to sell cook up (They know)

I done fucked 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, nigga)

Word is that I took somethin' (What up?)

Street niggas don't do critics (Fuck that), real niggas 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 niggas killed my blood cousin

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?