Heroes

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