MrBlackOnDaTrack
The Heroes
I tell 'em, "Catch me up in traffic"
We shoot 'em fast
I tell 'em, "Catch me up in traffic"
If they ever ask, I won't speak on what happened
Money talk, mine speakin' the fastest
Let him play with me, he gon' sleep in a casket
Remember them days I ain't have it
I ran it up quick, made this shit look like magic
Stupid gear, I'm designer, no average
Say you lookin' for me, bitch nigga, get at me
Me and myself, I've been walkin' alone
Go hard for whatever I need and I want
Send me a location, don't talk over phones
Ain't with conversations, my patience ain't long
Don't know where the fuck I went wrong
All these niggas trippin', they know what I'm on
Don't mention my name on your pussy ass songs
We droppin' whoever in sight when it's on
Glock-19 for the enemy
They constantly ask what got into me
I let 'em know, bitch, I'm big 23
It's fuck you if you ain't no kin to me
Got blood in my eyes, I can't really see
It come to the money, don't skip a beat
They all in my mix, tryna figure me
Shows goin' up but for now I want ten a piece
Say you got the bag for me (Got the bag for me)
I'm pullin' up in my Tahoe
Corvette too fast for me (Too fast for me)
It ain't no way to drive slow
These bitches be after me (They be after me)
I cut off all my side hoes
Them shooters attached to me (They attached to me)
They go wherever I go
Smokin' on that OG, this shit got my eyes low
Bitch I'm movin' low-key, the fuck I gotta hide for?
Told you that they know me, that shit was a lie though
If he ever cross me, he gon' have to die slow
They act like they want some pressure, so I just apply more
I've been goin' through so much, each day as the time goes
I ain't trna cop a plea, I'd rather bust some iron, ho
Hit his ass right between his motherfucking eyes, though
I tell 'em, "Catch me up in traffic"
If they ever ask, I won't speak on what happened
Money talk, mine speakin' the fastest
Let him play with me, he gon' sleep in a casket
Remember them days I ain't have it
I ran it up quick, made this shit look like magic
Stupid gear, I'm designer, no average
Say you lookin' for me, bitch nigga, get at me
Me and myself, I've been walkin' alone
Go hard for whatever I need and I want
Send me a location, don't talk over phones
Ain't with conversations, my patience ain't long
Don't know where the fuck I went wrong
All these niggas trippin', they know what I'm on
Don't mention my name on your pussy ass songs
We droppin' whoever in sight when it's on
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