Heem the Artist - Was Me Lyrics

Niggas put bread on my head
Eighteen with beef grass fed
Mark Price got bit by lead
Thank God it hit his legs
Me and Breel we came up poor
No bed had to sleep on the floor
No heat we slept in coats
Momma used the heat on the stove
We laid up by her feet
We ain't have new jays on our feet
But every night we eat
F*ck rules I'm running these streets
Sorry mom I'm keeping my fire
If I get caught I'm a do five
Dad I was really in deep
Them shots that night was me
Rock with the shooters on Hartford
And this pistol ain't no starter
Had six shots in my clip
Had a nigga aim down my whip
Bro stop calling my phone
Tonight I won't come home
I'm crashed out in my whip
Big four five big dick
I got engaged and then she f*cked my homie
Lost my first child and it haunt me
Feeling like don't nobody want me
Tell me why these niggas hating on me
It's a homicide
It's a homicide I seen a homicide
Used to rock with them shooters on Hartford
And this pistol ain't no starter
Had six shots in my clip
Had a nigga aim down my whip
Niggas put bread on my head
Eighteen with beef grass fed
Mark Price got bit by lead
Thank God it hit his leg
Me and Breel we came up poor
No bed had to sleep on the floor
No heat we slept in coats
Momma used the heat on the stove
We laid up by her feet
We ain't have new jays on our feet
But every night we eat
F*ck rules I'm running these streets
Sorry mom I'm keeping my fire
If I get caught I'm a do five
Dad I was really in deep
Them shots that night was me