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Same with the baddie I pressed in the week
Audi 3, she thought it was leased
Doin it all from the passenger seat
30 years old n she messin with me
the hill
Man, I'm still waitin' for my set
So it's late night, we're chillin'; telling stories about old friends – Heroes
Discussing souvenirs we never asked
for days
"We've been here before, we won't stay"
They can die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
is not like the good old American days
What kind of honor remains
Every statement contains
A lot of shit, because it entertains
Which explains
Why
thicker than the Old Testament
Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains to the minister
The same reason they call Mr. Cee
he don't slow
Pride overflows has no heroes
Cares more bout logos
Morals narrow
Live by his own manifesto
Foreshadow downfall when he smokes
Invoke
cge old night turn into light
Only in solitude will you find
c spell to be cast
c time to be heard, to be free
The shroud of an old mystery
cnd here
the old man
And drink it with him till I can't stand
Never been so lonely when I get home
I'm gonna hit up all the homies
And then we'll get stoned
See my
A boy alone in his mind he looks to the sky.
His home, the desert, this life to him a lie.
Not knowing tomorrow, or what he will face,
Led by a droid
eyes, he go back to the old days
Let you know who did it, at your grave, red roses in a bouquet
Bro said he the biggest stepper, he feel like BigXThaPlug
hundred round drumming by 30th
I'll pop the fuck out a verbalist
They not remembering nothing
You tell em cause none
Of that shit is regurgitative
She
spot every day but don't need no bait cause it's dry
Yes it's true that he's not quite all there but who cares
Neither are the values that he's lived by
I found hope
In the back of a closet
Written by a child's hand
On pieces of parchment
Yellowed and old
I've never seen
That kind of belief
I
had to settle up
We be in that field for real you just a heckler
I just jugged a 30 piece straight off the cellular
Took the proceeds and went
the old days
I could never tone it down, no I won't change,
With my people nem they fuck with me the long way,
Said she ain't fuckin' for the money, baby,
my window to the world
And I can see
As the night turns into day
Old ladies shuffle by and wave
And the kids sell drugs to cars that slowly
through out my city
Days be in a haze smoke it down till I'm dizzy
Roll that bitch in kief grab the lighter and watch me burn it
cin't no lightweights this
hunger, them days in da past
You look like a plate, put da fork on yo ass
I’m doin da dash, you gon ride when I crash
Im doin da dash, you gon ride when I
me why I should bother
One day I'm working with heroes, and I won't fantasize
I got the same effort you see in my old man's eyes
I'll work with Michael
side somethings always started
I'm a pyromaniac this is my calling
And im finna bloom on all yall like I'm pollen
Day by day I was up in that cell
Everybody, cast your minds back
To the Teenage Mutant heroes
Couple years before Nintendo
Who were we meant to look up to?
Leonardo saving April
Bare
our messy minds
Looking for a place to hide
Only to discover
The only places left to go
Are the ones we’ve seen before
Days gone by
And time stands
Sixteen years old when I went to the war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side, and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
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