Blown
[Hook: HeebzStreet]
Out of state but New Jersey is the home
Got a line of juice sip inside the Styrofoam
Used to play me as a youngin’ but I’m grown
Trust me you don’t want no problems boy my homie got the chrome
Yeah, everyday I’m getting blown
Booking flights to these cities I ain't never flown
Got a bad bitch with me and you know I’m getting dome
Light one up and get stoned everyday I’m getting blown

[Verse 1: HeebzStreet]
We roll the weed and we light it up
You other rappers don’t write enough
We see through the fake you can’t lie to us
Never been a pussy but I’m tight as fuck
Ok, killing beats with no guilty conscience; flowing deep I got filthy content
Spitting sick I might get em' nauseous, want beef with me go build a coffin, type fast
Blow money then I get it right back
Damn right bobby got it like that
Boy I’m gon’ get faded
That’s just so I don’t get jaded
Don’t tell those that known to hate it
If they know we gon’ get raided
Don’t fuck around dog you don’t know me, I got shooters like their name Kobe
I got shooters like they're Ginobli, call out hits like babe ruth homie damn this white boy crazy
Couldn’t change me with a psychiatrist
I feel bad for any muthafucka that try to dis
Step on a plane get fly to this
Put headphones in get high to this and I’m
[Hook]

[Verse 2: HeebzStreet]
Everything is working out suddenly
I call the shots man its up to me
Do anything for that luxury
So somebody tell em’ don’t fuck with me
Gon’ marry the game, I guess that means that you could say rap is my bride to be
I am the plug, you looking for power I got it inside of me
Making it big and I’m flipping the finger to people who doubted me
Promised my family that one day everyone’s gonna be proud of me
Hope god is with it, only know one thing man I got to spit it
Do it for mad heads like a lot of fitteds, do it for mad bread man I got to get it
That’s why I went ghost, ain't seen y’all since I graduated
And now you talking shit, fuck it man I’m glad you hate it
Y'all slept on my grind, yeah that’s right I heard em’ snoring
Didn't care ‘bout all my late nights, didn't care ‘bout all my early mornings
I guess being real’s something they just don’t care about
And that’s the reason I rarely share my whereabouts and I’m


[Hook]

[Outro: HeebzStreet]