Heems - 56k lyrics

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Heems - 56k lyrics

American Heems, the American Dream Tryna get rich off American schemes Horatio Alger you square like Trafalgar Genovese, Pergament, Conway, Caldor Horatio Sanz you ain't sh** sans your mans sh** a brick, lock hands with the fam See it then I call it, I'm an alcoholic But shut up before I crush you with my wallet I'm about money and earning like Bernie Madoff To a fault while you work ethic mad off Plus you mad soft, crab soft shell's off If I was 26 in the nineties I'd be well off Internet money, you've got mail That caviar a garnish that caviar stale My G-mail real, that G-mail feel I'm a G, I'm a male, feel so ill Got a wiki page, I swear I ain't write it Hindu red dot rap lyric 'bout sniping I don't be writing, I just be typin' I be pipin' aight man? Yo, getcha head bust, Red puss I ain't violent I be wildin' I be reckless Indians jersey and an Om on my necklace The freshest, you stale as asbestos I'm Ernie Anastos I murder you ba*tards I'm Mister G I'm a G I'm in Aspen New York dirtbag Himanshu and alley man Rallyin' them like the muthaf**in' Taliban Nick Cage, I'm a family man Your family can't hang with my family, man Your family ran, my family stands f** your family, f** my family too fam Eatin' goat meat, eatin' gizzard Where was you in the 96 blizzard? You ain't from New York man quit your b**hin' Quit regressing you old you look foolish Need to eat something fam, you look ghoulish I'm the coolest, one foot out the blanket Nanny 9-1-1 white people start spankin' Your kids they be actin' all c*nty White kids be like "It's a free country!" Get you hands off me, please don't touch me Put your guts in the trash like a Dutchie Head bust, red puss I ain't violent I be wildin' I be reckless