[Intro]
Yeah. It’s HeebzStreet Muhfucka
Ay, Ay
Happy Birthday Biggie Smalls, And Rest in peace
Yo Yo

[Verse]
Like the Devil I’m on fire when I’m spitting a rap
I bet you heard of Ebola well I’m sicker than that
And my shawty give me long neck the chick a giraffe
Dropping bombs on the beat like I’m sick with the graff
I’m in the zone, the 973 is where I roam
Getting trashed, passing out on people’s grass like a gnome
The type to hear a hunnit beats and leave em’ all dead
Fuck a star, I’ll be shining like a bald head
Like Lebron James in five years
Rob your closest five peers, last thing I do is cry tears
Got a high criteria, you could smell the lye when I’m near to ya
Bro my flow is cold as Siberia
Everybody’s gassing but I’m laughing because honestly
I should be a billionaire with everything they promised me
Still, I don’t really care cause everybody fond of me
I’m helping hip-hop like Barack with the economy
My acapella sounding like I’m signed to Rocafella
I’m spitting facts kicking raps like a soccer fella
I knock a fella out, just because he doubted me
And I bet he wouldn’t if he knew what I’m about to be
I’m working hard, why is everybody mad at me?
This is destiny; it’s just the way it really had to be
Looking at you haters and I promise that it’s sad to see
Cause if you really think I’m wack, you living with a fallacy
I be going hard these other rappers so fragile
I could break em’ quick I swear to god it’s no hassle
Fuck around and steal their fan, leave em’ so dazzled
Boy you rocking with a real crook, no castles
What

[Outra]
973 baby, that’s where I be at muhfucka
Uh
It’s HeebzStreet, remember that name
Yeah
Kicking, kicking, Kicking raps muhfucka
Uh, I’m kicking raps muhfucka
Ay
The fuck out my face