When Heroes Fade
(Hahaha)
Oh my God, Oh my God
Packing all my things, I just need to get my bag
I can see the signs, had to leave her where she at
Working so hard, where's my time gone to that?
When your hero fades, it just shows you nothing lasts
Knuckle head kid with my thumb in his bitch
I've working on my music, now I sound like this (Woo)
Nikes on my feet, I miss my Miami streets
Most dope clique, now we call ourselves Kingz
Shoutout to the fit, you can feel this shit legit
Ever since, I was jit, had to flex my new kicks
Feeling like the shit, got me feeling hella sick (Hah)
Tale of two cities, it's a whole different mix
If I'm going down, know I'm going uptown
I might a be there for a while so don't stress it if I'm out
Money up yeah, money keep me up, yeah
Like I'm Shane Mcmahon, I land on stacks, yeah
I can take my time, I hope you like that
If you change your mind, you're on the right track
Im the light that shines when you go smoke crack
If I end up in jail they ain't gon write back
Hol up, Edgar Allen Poe, disappearing with the flow
I can't love you, nevermore, interfering with the glow
Heard you hating on the low, now you got me on the phone
God speed in my zone, that's my message to the bro's
You the kids next door, huh
Road runner that's for sure, huh
I can offer more, but I need that credit score
Just to show you that top floor, hol up
Everything could be yours, hol up, hol up
I could really need more
So what else I can ask for?
Oh my God, Oh my God
Packing all my things, I just need to get my bag
I can see the signs, had to leave her where she at
Working so hard, where's my time gone to that?
When your hero fades, it just shows you nothing lasts
Knuckle head kid with my thumb in his bitch
I've working on my music, now I sound like this (Woo)
Nikes on my feet, I miss my Miami streets
Most dope clique, now we call ourselves Kingz
Shoutout to the fit, you can feel this shit legit
Ever since, I was jit, had to flex my new kicks
Feeling like the shit, got me feeling hella sick (Hah)
Tale of two cities, it's a whole different mix
If I'm going down, know I'm going uptown
I might a be there for a while so don't stress it if I'm out
Money up yeah, money keep me up, yeah
Like I'm Shane Mcmahon, I land on stacks, yeah
I can take my time, I hope you like that
If you change your mind, you're on the right track
Im the light that shines when you go smoke crack
If I end up in jail they ain't gon write back
Hol up, Edgar Allen Poe, disappearing with the flow
I can't love you, nevermore, interfering with the glow
Heard you hating on the low, now you got me on the phone
God speed in my zone, that's my message to the bro's
You the kids next door, huh
Road runner that's for sure, huh
I can offer more, but I need that credit score
Just to show you that top floor, hol up
Everything could be yours, hol up, hol up
I could really need more
So what else I can ask for?
Credits
Writer(s): Elevated $horty
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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