be On your best behavior Because he is a player He can sense insecurity a mile away Like a shark and its prey When he zeros in You'll think a hero'
your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers Your
like the junk that's on your plate Chorus repeat, then instrumental break, then intro repeat Some of them lead the marching band suddenly they're war heroes
I love you you can understand hey G#m a b e a Then you'll know what I am, I'm just your man B g#m7 c#m7 I'm just your ma a an just your
cal' flow, get low Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy Roll like
Eat to die a hero, or abandon ship (Get out your car nigga!) I could kill you now fuck a witness I'm all about my business, you all about your bitchness
the World go round You never lost til you lose your crown And they don't love you till you're on the ground Or when you're maxing out your bank account
Sayzy I'm your hero but who gon save me And the story goes (Hook) On(on) and on(on and on), does anybody know another hero (Kid Ink)(Nah) Another mindless
I'm hardcore rhymin Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles Walk into the
Chorus] Have u ever thought of livin life in a blur, when your emotionally scarred and u can't be heard, every word sounds absurd and deep down your hurt, waiting for a hero
kill yourself, or anyone, you don't even have the balls to begin with what you need is....me i just want to talk to you, its been awhile since your last
[Intro:] Smoke dawg baby, remember that shit. [Tyga:] Young light skinned, born ?? Since I was 10 prolly name all the trouble I did. Neva participated
, S.I., dig it? Fifty cal' flow, get low Intro to outro, 'bout it though, whoa Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your lights
Intro: Ah man yeah they talk, but i can't hear what they say, cause i'm flyin' (ohhhh) Yeah, its young khalifa man, yeah they talk but i cant hear what
chumps get no points off me So when I see you kid it's on you can bet your loot Or better yet save your cash for your funeral suit
BIT!!) You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!) So empty your hooray, your hooray to your hip And if your hip's a book you know
know what I'm saying? Because when you're going to be a great speaker. You know what I'm saying? A wise man told me to be a hero of your own tongue. You
makin Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low Platinum hailos, hero heads