Lyrics Myth - Heem Lee

Huh, uh, uh
I got the stick like I'm from Hidden Mist
I got the stick like I'm from the west
I got the stick like I'm from the where
I got the stick like I'm from Hidden Mist
Focus motherfucker
I got the stick like I'm from, hu

I got the stick like I'm from Hidden Mist
Everything a hit It's never miss
Thought he was Greek 'cause he rapping myth
Vacuum seal it it get rapped like a gift
Where's is my gun don't worry it's here (it's right here)
Where is the clip hard to see cause it's clear
See the money clear through these Cartier
Get fried like Oreo we spint like the the fair

Had to put her in place she kept touching my hair
I got the drac the ARP and the glock
I'm 'bout wipe 'em like now
I'm 'bout wipe 'em like yeah
Everyday I get up think 'bout the money
Pull up gave her pipe and now she a junkie
Trapped out the spot and that's Monday through Sunday
HeemLee Jackie Chan I love to stunt
Za or the Bubs tell me what you want
I'm popping shit these niggas is my sons

Trap with the etiquette, Formula A1
I can't live forever, ten toes 'til the day come
Talking 'bout hoes nigga yeen slay none
BLM I'm in the hood like Treyvon
(BLM I'm in the hood like Treyvon)

Niggas freestylin' but writing on cases
Tigga I came out the basement
That pussy water I swear that shit felt like vacation
Only see blue and green
I don't see niggas, I'm racist
I seen the fake light the blunt just to face it
Pull out the dick and I tell her to taste it
Pull out the dick and she stare in amazement

I swear this life that I'm living amazing
He won't buss a grape his trap dry like a raisin'
I'm ducking the feds I got years that I'm facin'
Money only thing that I am chasin'
Hunnids only wanna see the blue faces
Envy, I can detect when they fakin'
Money, only thing that I am chasin'
Friends I don't have 'em can't do no relatin'
Just being steady I'm working on patience

He not a canvas he try we gone paint 'em
Rollin off Percs yea this bitch got me skating
Not from Las Vegas we come through and raid 'em
Im with the gang all my fits they be Taylor'd
I got a white bitch she look like Tapanga
These lil' niggas be tots
I'm 'bout to bake a fuck nigga like tater
Hit that bitch I am not seeing her later
I shoot my shot, Heem Lee feel like he Tatum

Schwarzenegger, terminate and erase 'em
Unroll the wood, break it down and I face 'em
I don't see these hoes, no I do not chase 'em
Told her vamonos, then I'm gone like a racer
Feel like wings, 'cause I'm having the flavor
Bro got his wings so I'm seeing 'em later
Where yo books at you ain't getting no paper
Rock a nigga like a maufukin' cradle

Rock a nigga
Rock a nigga like a maufukin' cradle (bitch)
Rock a nigga like a
I said rock a nigga like a maufukin' cradle
Rock a nigga
Imma rock a nigga like a maufukin' cradle (cradle)
Rock a nigga like a maufukin' cradle
Rock a nigga like a maufukin' cradle
Rock a nigga like a maufukin' cradle
Rock a nigga like a maufukin' cradle