HEROES Lyrics

This shit is for my nigga Gxldie

Rest in peace

This is Allah's gift

Gods wish, flawless

I don't know what else to call it

Everybody rapping shit is sounding boring

I be yawning

But I don't keep score, I just keep scoring

Go thank Rev for that

I'm going for the chin like a helmet strap

I got rhymes that could bring Elvis back

I'm feeling like I'm in my prime, I tell myself relax

I got a whole bunch of time, this just the second act

The wealth can't help the fact you selfish and whack

So don't inherit that

Varsity jacket with the velvet patch

They getting desperate, they looking for extra credit

But it's never that

Just count them out like a wrestling match

One with the giver so I'm one with the gift

I done seen niggas whole lives crumble just because of this shit

Last year I had stumbled a bit

Trying to be the king of New York once I'm done having fun as the prince

It's real life it don't come with a script

So many trips to hell and back

You'd think Satan was one my tricks

Cool with some Bloods and a couple of Crips

But I told them that I can't join the gang unless I'm running the shit

It's easy

What's a hero to somebody that don't wanna be saved

And what's freedom to a man in a cage

Stuck in his ways

Nothing but time on my hands to

What's a hero to somebody that don't wanna be saved

And what's freedom to a man in a cage

Stuck in his ways

Nothing but time on my hands to pray for better days

So what's crossroads to those who went they separate ways

He could conquer the demons if he knew how

My niggas drew them guns when you drew fouls

And every day begins a new mile

And now we cruising

Get my dogs on them plates like a Zoo Pal

Went through a few trials

And only seen screwed smiles in the rear view

They say they listen, but don't ever hear you

And then claim you an earful

I take my losses with a grain of salt

I can't let it derail my train of thought

I wrote this at 3 AM in the rain

A sweet percentage is pain

In love with the game when there was nothing to my name

Knew that I was destined when I had put my pen to the page

In due time I know that it's gonna change

Certain conversations that I couldn't exchange

On how he went from that 2 door Coupe to the Range

It ain't nothing but trick shots so we ain't shooting the same

And I'd rather die than to be afraid of who I became