Reasonable Doubt - Black Soprano Family & Heem B$F

Me and my opps like LA and Boston

I thought of that one on the plane on a flight from LA to Boston

Now I’m doing shits with Don Cannon, but I’m the same ni- used to tote cannons

Fell in love with the streets

We the realist

And I can put it on my soul three dope

Ghetto rich, bang the 40 ‘til the metal stick

My ni- pray to the devil, he on some rebel shit

After me, Butch, and Rick go stupid on this Premo shi

These are the real Sopranos

They know ha, ha, ha, it’s Heem nigga (not the only one, the golden one nigga)

Woo

I’m back niI’m feeling better then ever

You know, they say, they say the best feeling when you comfortable nigga Sopranos, look

It’s the one them nigga doubted, the one who really ‘bout it (Yeah)

Yeah they know Heem I showed up when it counted (They know)

Daddy in the county, runnin’ from the bounty (Like that)

I’m walking ‘round strapped don’t nobody tell mommy

I was 16 when I did my first robbery, brodie got life and he ain’t even catch the body (bap, bap

Bap)

We was livin’ trife baggy jeans wit’ the shotty

Free that nigga Sly he the black John Gotti

All my hoop dreams turned to cocaine hobbies, selling dog man make ‘em move like zombies

Three for the 50, bundles 120, dream to make a milly ‘fore the feds come get me

But that shit risky, fake love iffy, nigga ain’t loyal and you know the streets tricky

Used to be the Rollie, now I want the Richie

Bitches gon’ choose I’m the man if she pick me

Got it from the mud, now we run the city (They know)

And this lil nigga wit’ me down to blow the whole 50 (Bah, bah, bah)

Draco with the tittie (Brrrrrrr)

Fo’ nick glizzy (Damn)

And the same sawed off when them boys hit Ricky (Woo)

Heard he had a problem, tell ‘em get wit’ me (What up?)

And the one who sent the message gon’ die on delivery (Bah, bah, bah)

Started V6 (Skrr)

Then I drove hemmi, coulda bought a Benz but I’m plottin’ on the Bentley (Nigga)

I don’t do friends (Uh Uh)

‘Cause most ni- envy, and I don’t need a nigga

That I love tryn’ end me

Still ah get busy (Blat)

Ain’t shit pretty (Uh Uh)

It’s gritty, hardest since Kiss still feel me

This ain’t no facade (Nah)

I’m givin’ you the real me, build me, put it on my tab know we filthy

Walked away clean (Yeah)

I still feel guilty, all white linen the Versace shirt silky nigga (uh, ha, ha)

They know

It’s Heem nigga reportin’ live from the Eastside nigga Eastside, Buffalo

Trenches nigga, where it go down nigga Everyday, gunplay, sound like a show down niIt’s like that