The Heroes
Love can turn you evil
Love can turn you evil
Don't let that shit defeat you
Problems comin', I don't need 'em
To the streets I'm like the preacher
Listen up so I can teach 'em
Not the same, you ain't my equal
Blood diamonds, he was reachin'
I can't speak, somebody bleedin'
Long nights without eatin'
Had to trap, don't fuck with leechin'
Bitch it's cancer 'til we even
Catch him lackin', leave him leakin'
Get you touched, give me a reason
All my shottas love squeezin'
Killer season, bitch, we tweakin'
Tryna see whoever speakin'
Tryna see whoever speakin'
Bitch, we goin' with the move
Fuck you and them pussy niggas
Who claim they gon' step for you
Heard these bitch ass niggas trippin'
Shit, I know just what to do
Pull up with my cousin Boo
Might send shots hangin' out the roof
Bitch, I'm in the trenches with them hammers, come get at me
Swervin' in your section, gray Camaro full of ratchets
Rattin' ass promotor set me up, some niggas jacked me
But I got a message for you and that pussy boy from Lafayette
Everything I do, it gotta add, it ain't no more subtractin'
What I speak, this shit I really lived, no I don't do no actin'
If you play, we gotta get him drilled, put him in a casket
Niggas tryna be like me, I tell 'em they gon' need some practice
Love can turn you evil
Don't let that shit defeat you
Problems comin', I don't need 'em
To the streets I'm like the preacher
Listen up so I can teach 'em
Not the same, you ain't my equal
Blood diamonds, he was reachin'
I can't speak, somebody bleedin'
Long nights without eatin'
Had to trap, don't fuck with leechin'
Bitch it's cancer 'til we even
Catch him lackin', leave him leakin'
Get you touched, give me a reason
All my shottas love squeezin'
Killer season, bitch, we tweakin'
Tryna see whoever speakin'
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