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