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DEAD MEAT
Q THA HERO
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Money on my mind, I'm having cash dreams
It sounds sick, and truthfully I close my eyes and can't sleep
My niggas in the trap, I will not stop until we all eat
Fuck a food stamp, we stomp on shit and cause a stampede
Speeding down the street, my niggas weapons under they seat
A couple grams of weed, if we pull over then it's James Janisse
The cop is DEAD MEAT
(BOW, BOW, BOW)
And then we flee the scene
Smoking in the whip with windows up
I can barely breathe
My nigga just got out, he on probation so we keep him clean
He came out real mean, tryna put niggas on an IV
I told him he could chill but i'm jus glad he ride beside me
My brother's keeper
If I'm showing up, I best hear my theme
THA HERO ain't a small thing
I'm distant when the phone ring
I'm busy saving lives, ain't never wonder "who gone save me?"
That one meme of Tyrese crying? My feelings lately
I'm tryna find some peace again
Peace of mind and peace within
Currently at odds with God, but most your gods have peace at hand
Peace is what you people lack
Eight thousand lives, a piece of land?
Your world is boutta die but you so busy serving Uncle Sam
Lucky I ain't God, you niggas quick to bite a helping hand
I would've used this helping hand
To strike you where you fucking stand!
I'm sick and tired of niggas tryna-
(Calm down, calm the fuck down nigga)
Of course I understand the spot I'm in
So come and take my hand
The power I was gifted ain't no fluke, I'm the chosen man
Don't put random niggas on the news, it was in the plans
If niggas couldn't fit inside your boots
Don't let them think they can
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