No Hero
I been holding it down for a good minute
All a nigger really want to do is see
Benji's
Hundreds on hundreds
And hop in a Bentley
What you say to me i hope that you mean it
I can get you high little mama like a genie
I don't fuck with no pies these hoes get fishy
I put no trust in no hoe
Ain't feeling
Ain't going for shit
Hell naw ain't with it
I'm all about a
B roll
I'm a always look like a
B roll
Always on ten never zero
Catch me splurging on myself
I'm no hero
These hoe saving niggers
Be saving these hoes
They turning they back and they talk about you when you gone
That's why i stack money and i act like i'm broke
I come out the trenches my mama was hustling
Daddy was hustling sister was hustling
Sister was pimping these niggers that's dusty
I tell her don't fuck with no niggers with no money
Don't bring him around here because that shit can get ugly
All of my cousins is thug'n
Half of them locked up
Them niggers be busting
Busting them choppers for nothing
They robbing for nothing and just to go get a little money
God damn
Told them slow it down
Told them slow it down
Look at you now
Look at you now
Got to go get it
Got to go get it
Got to go get it
Stay on my pivot
Got to stay humble and get out the trenches yea
Got to go get it
Got to go get it
Got to go get it
Stay on my pivot
Got to stay humble and get out the trenches
I been holding it down for a good minute
All a nigger really want to do is see
Benji's
Hundreds on hundreds
And hop in a Bentley
What you say to me i hope that you mean it
I can get you high little mama like a genie
I don't fuck with no pies these hoes get fishy
I put no trust in no hoe
Ain't feeling
Ain't going for shit
Hell naw ain't with it
I'm all about a
B roll
I'm a always look like a
B roll
Always on ten never zero
Catch me splurging on myself
I'm no hero
These hoe saving niggers
Be saving these hoes
They turning they back and they talk about you when you gone
That's why i stack money and i act like i'm broke
I come out the trenches my mama was hustling
Daddy was hustling sister was hustling
Sister was pimping these niggers that's dusty
I tell her don't fuck with no niggers with no money
Don't bring him around here because that shit can get ugly
All a nigger really want to do is see
Benji's
Hundreds on hundreds
And hop in a Bentley
What you say to me i hope that you mean it
I can get you high little mama like a genie
I don't fuck with no pies these hoes get fishy
I put no trust in no hoe
Ain't feeling
Ain't going for shit
Hell naw ain't with it
I'm all about a
B roll
I'm a always look like a
B roll
Always on ten never zero
Catch me splurging on myself
I'm no hero
These hoe saving niggers
Be saving these hoes
They turning they back and they talk about you when you gone
That's why i stack money and i act like i'm broke
I come out the trenches my mama was hustling
Daddy was hustling sister was hustling
Sister was pimping these niggers that's dusty
I tell her don't fuck with no niggers with no money
Don't bring him around here because that shit can get ugly
All of my cousins is thug'n
Half of them locked up
Them niggers be busting
Busting them choppers for nothing
They robbing for nothing and just to go get a little money
God damn
Told them slow it down
Told them slow it down
Look at you now
Look at you now
Got to go get it
Got to go get it
Got to go get it
Stay on my pivot
Got to stay humble and get out the trenches yea
Got to go get it
Got to go get it
Got to go get it
Stay on my pivot
Got to stay humble and get out the trenches
I been holding it down for a good minute
All a nigger really want to do is see
Benji's
Hundreds on hundreds
And hop in a Bentley
What you say to me i hope that you mean it
I can get you high little mama like a genie
I don't fuck with no pies these hoes get fishy
I put no trust in no hoe
Ain't feeling
Ain't going for shit
Hell naw ain't with it
I'm all about a
B roll
I'm a always look like a
B roll
Always on ten never zero
Catch me splurging on myself
I'm no hero
These hoe saving niggers
Be saving these hoes
They turning they back and they talk about you when you gone
That's why i stack money and i act like i'm broke
I come out the trenches my mama was hustling
Daddy was hustling sister was hustling
Sister was pimping these niggers that's dusty
I tell her don't fuck with no niggers with no money
Don't bring him around here because that shit can get ugly
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Writer(s): Ranard Stevens
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