Hometown Hero

Yeah, like, back home

You know, shit, man, it was, it was impactful

You know, they knew our stories

And we blended so well together and shit, 'cause we

You know, we got the same type of story (mhm)

Come from poverty, environment, you know I mean, drugs, prison

You don't get to hear a lot of artists from that area

From two different cities (right)

I'm saying, the two major cities of upstate New York, so (right)

Everything, everything, it, it was just a perfect blend

Just the way it is now

Ain't nothing, ain't nothing regular about this shit at all

Stabbed & Shot 2

Uh (this part 2)

A long way from that broke-down Alero

The hometown hero

Who put a trap right on Ground Zero

I don't gotta lie to you, niggas

I really did this shit, uh (they know)

Too much light comin' through, I gotta let down the shades

Shit so real, gotta pat down the maid

Packed out the stage, then I backed out the game

I been that nigga, why y'all actin' like that's 'bout to change?

You know that Benz don't feel good as it look (it don't)

I take advice from thieves, hoodlums, and crooks to get put on the books (uh)

Gave me my first taste when I got put on the jooks

Yeah, I made it out, but look what it took

Montana boys, three step to stamp, heroin money

Back when you grinded for it, so you cherished the money (damn)

Fetty hit and broke nigga started inheriting money

So when the game got crowded, it went terrible for me (it got bad)

Lyrical genius, this rap shit was a miracle to me (thank God)

I'm from holy ground, Buffalo like Jericho to me (thank God, thank God)

Small problems and big dollars that'll bury 'em from me

Four in a row, the outcomes were a variable to me (uh, yo)

I used to open up the house 'round seven

The town legend that set up a trap and found Heaven

I don't keep track of the losses, I count blessings

Bosses don't hang around peasants

I'd rather be in the ground 'fore being in the clown's presence

Haters won't see me down, stressing

'Stead I'm caked up, I wake up receiving wild texts

Made three hundred tho', feeding my child breakfast

Y'all niggas seem to sound desperate

Scorn, bitter, remind me of beefing with wild exes

You told, transcripts in your trial said it

I know you wish you can get the files shredded

Rappers act like they really the nicest

They just high off coke and their energy spiking

Niggas sniff and then get identity crisis

Y'all slightly above average like the Tennessee Titans, motherfucker