Really Heem

Ayy
It's Heim back in the studio
Back on my bullshit
It's been a cool lil' minute since I dropped some
You hear me?
I'm coming different
I'm back bitch

Now tell me this
If I wasn't Heim
Would you still fuck with Heem?
What I mean as if I wasn't the same
Would you still fuck with me? (Would you fuck with me?)
And back then, I wasn't the same
Now I kinda changed
Got a lil' rude, some might even say that I'm mean (But I'm not)
But I'm straight up to yo face
How I feel, uncomfortable
You can't name another nigga touching me (Nah)
Fuck with me yo body end up in a dump
I ain't playin' no games
On my motherfuckin' mother ghee (My motherfuckin' mother ghee)

Pickpocket a nigga, No, I'm gon' straight up take it (I'm gon' take it)
What's the point of me throwing shade, while I'm in a basement (In the basement)
It's gon' brighten it up, I gotta straight up take it
Said I wouldn't make it, never faked it, stay true bein' patient (Ooh, yeah)
And them is true facts (Facts)
Remove that from the books, I'ma unscrew caps
With this tool I got, metaphor for gat (Boom, boom)
Big Glock, all you hear is click clack and yo final thoughts you forget that (Forget it)
This ain't Mickey d's, just know I got them Big Mac's
Like burger king, trays out the window here's yo change back (Grraah)
I'ma short ass nigga, strange with a deranged past
Past tense, Ion even need to talk about that (About that)
Chop a nigga up, ain't talkin' about no chop sticks (Chop em' up)
Mop sticks hanging out the window, I'ma off shit (I'm gon' off)
Pop him with this Glock, then relax, watching D.B.Z
Smoking on gas while I'm coughing

Now tell me this
If I wasn't Heim
Would you still fuck with Heem?
What I mean as if I wasn't the same
Would you still fuck with me? (Would you fuck with me?)
And back then, I wasn't the same
Now I kinda changed
Got a lil' rude, some might even say that I'm mean (but I'm not)
But I'm straight up to yo face
How I feel, uncomfortable
You can't name another nigga touching me (nah)
Fuck with me yo body end up in a dump
I ain't playin' no games
On my motherfuckin' mother ghee (My motherfuckin' mother ghee)

I got murder on my mind, I kill the witness too (I kill em' too)
A hundred choppas on me, nigga what you got on you? (Got on you)
Bodies after bodies, building up just like a porno shoot (Like a porno shoot)
Nicky touching Nina, 2 gay bitches, where the other two (Huuh)
Now tell me where the weed at, smoking on big gas
While you smoking on that seed pack (That pack)
Sit em' on his ass, make that pussy boy believe that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was a simp, until I made that boy bleed bad (Made him bleed)
I called yo girl, she said let me bring my knee pads (On her knees)
She forgot em', when I gave her back, she had some knee tats (On her knees)
Pocket rocket, shootin' like the stars, can you believe that? (Believe)
Rockstar rasta rocking out yeah, to a mean jam (Jam, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitches love me, steady try'na come and hold Heim hand (Hold my hand)
I can't give you guidance, Huh? Nah bitch you don't need that
OG, P-I-M-P walkin' in with a Celine bag
When You say my name, LOOK
Don't forget the slick back

Now tell me this
If I wasn't Heim
Would you still fuck with Heem?
What I mean as if I wasn't the same
Would you still fuck with me? (Would you fuck with me?)
And back then, I wasn't the same
Now I kinda changed
Got a lil' rude, some might even say that I'm mean (But I'm not)
But I'm straight up to yo face
How I feel, uncomfortable
You can't name another nigga touching me (Nah)
Fuck with me yo body end up in a dump
I ain't playin' no games
On my motherfuckin' mother ghee (My motherfuckin' mother ghee)



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Writer(s): Raheim Spruell
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