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letra de about it - heebzstreet

[verse 1: heebzstreet]
people like heebz, tell us what your life’s about
well ok, get a knife, find your heart and slice it out
and when you slice it out, put it inside a vice and shout
k!ll yourself b-tch, then squeeze it ‘till the ice comes out
then find a dream and grind like every single night for clout
and have to life over half your m-th-f-cking life without
having sh-t to show for it and have to always fight the doubt
and make your voice heard without the f-cking strength or might to shout
i swear to god it’s too strange
out here wondering why the world is so deranged
billionaires blow money while the homeless beg for change
walk around empty while they riding in a range
tired of being hungry, tired of other rappers tryna stop me
tired of being broke while some dope dealers rock versace
never been a g*nius but i know this got to stop
at the corner store i’m cooking up a plot, hold up let me think

[hook: heebzstreet]
now put your m-th-f-cking hands up it’s the murderer of stanzas
yeah i’m ‘bout it bro
i was raised by the rhymes like al capone was raised by the crimes
yeah i’m ‘bout it bro
and when you see me in the street start a beef don’t try and see me on the beat
cause i’m ‘bout it bro
and yeah i know it’s just a song but it’ll be your life if you do me wrong
cause i’m ‘bout it bro

[verse 2: heebzstreet]
he got the glock inside his pocket
his knees are weak he can’t believe he’s ‘bout to c-ck it
and now he’s staring at the register
thinking ‘bout how he needs the dough to get ahead he heard
a little kid up in the back his dad’s working
and suddenly he realized it wasn’t worth it
so he copped a dutchie and some cigarettes
then hit the door and wiped his forehead to get rid of sweat
he drives away his engine roaring
tripping off the fact that he just could’ve made an orphan
and all the morals he’s ignoring
figured out another way to get some money he could score and
hit the biggest house that’s on the block
waits for them to leave for work and marks the time that’s on the clock
he’s being careful he ain’t tryna go to jail
he’s got debt so he ain’t tryna pay the bail, now he thinks he ready

[hook]

[verse 3: heebzstreet]
he wakes up in the morning
drenched in cold sweat he’s ignoring every warning
he looks himself in the mirror
he could see the fear as the robbery is getting nearer
and i ain’t tryna judge him i’m not hating on his game
i’d be ignorant i know that my life could’ve been the same
but regardless, he gets inside his car it’s still dark
he pulls up on the street and he parks
but he knows that something’s wrong
they still ain’t leave for work but yet he runs up on the lawn
he goes around the back
turns the corner he could see the sliding door’s a little cracked
doesn’t hesitate to enter now he’s walking down the hall
he looks around he’s seeing blood up on the walls
hits the living room there’s bodies on the floor
he sees me leave, police rush the door and he hears em’ yelling

[hook]

- heebzstreet

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