Heard of Me - Evan Brown

Not a typical nigga bruh Boy I think I'm finna go all the way in on this one One thang about me homeboy I don't play no muthafuckin' games You better understand me playa, yeah May never see me on the cover of a magazine 'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree They say I'm too gutta homie for TV I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me? Kept it muthafuckin' gutta from day one Right now homie the streets where I run How am I this hot, no award I ain't won? 'Cause I ain't a industry nigga alright son But you will pay me for what I've done Keep ya industry relationships 'cause I don't want none Don't want the fame of this shit you can have hun' Shoulda just a took the money and just run That's how a real nigga play it where I'm from Stay and get the whole thang and then sum I done sold gold, what's next platinum? Done sold over a million records, ain't that som'? May never see me on the cover of a magazine 'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree They say I'm too gutta homie for TV I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me? Nigga since me everybody body claiming real Most you niggas pussy that's how I feel To be the best rapper you gotta tell lies So I couldn't be that 'cause I don't fantasize How you cookin' dope you wearin' suites 'n' ties This industry a joke choosin' ain't publicized Since I don't go to your parties you don't fuck wit Plies To all my fans I apologize They want me to cross over, fuck that side I'm just a real nigga out of Ft. Myers I got principles nigga that's what I live by Ain't had rap feature and I'm still alive Not one my third album, is you surprised? Worth my investment ask, ask Atlantic Records Do I let shit slide, ringtone number's 1.5 May never see me on the cover of a magazine 'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree They say I'm too gutta homie for TV I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me? Corporate scared of me 'cause I ain't safe They don't know what the fuck what I might say Them the type of games that they play I don't wear tight jeans and I don't rock shades I'm a trend setter, I go my own way How many artists on radio that the streets praise? You can stop countin' question was easy Ever heard a nigga that say fuck me? Nigga either a rapper or he wannabe Just want me to kill em on dawg G.P They say I ain't lyrical, well I'm sorry B Dropped out of college ain't earned my degree But at my bank they love me His favorite rapper ain't hot he mad at me I can make 'em hot for a small fee The streets don't want em I'm sorry May never see me on the cover of a magazine 'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree They say I'm too gutta homie for TV I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?

Tears in the city But nobody's really surprised, you know My heart's taking a beating Existence is bleeding me dry, you know But way down in my heart of hearts Way down in my soul of souls Way down I know that I am a fortunate man To have known divine love The world is in shambles I'm just a young man but it's been getting a little bit old to me I'm already aching The years have been taking a little bit of a toll on me But way down in my heart of hearts Way down in my soul of souls Way down I know that I am a fortunate man To have known Divine love Two in the morning The siren is a warning that everything is not quite alright The city is sleeping I'm down on my knees in the night tonight But way down in my heart of hearts Way down in my soul of souls Way down I know that I am a fortunate man To have known Divine love

We take a drive just to sing along Every word of them Rolling Stones Stacey's mom had it goin' on Lived three doors down, I can see her now Her daughter had a heart that was wild and free If you Blink-182, then you'd miss me and her Every verse had a story Yeah, them pocket lighter nights lit up our days of glory Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Nothin' like freedom two windows down You singin' along, still hear it now Way too loud and sometimes off key But you sounded like an angel to me You'd make fun of how I threw my head And threw my fingers up in the air Thought I was Kurt Cobain or Jimmy Page You were at side seat, center stage Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town And that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars Back when we were rockstars We never ended up on MTV Or heard our voices on a CD But in your eyes and in my arms We were each other's rockstars Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leeanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Yeah, back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) You and me were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) oh yeah (Running all night, chasing down a dream) Yeah, we were runnin' all night, chasing down a dream Howlin' at the moon, baby, you and me