Heroes - Tee Grizzley

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ay, my heroes weren’t Batman and Superman and Spiderman, bro

I had some different type of heroes, my nigga

Let’s talk about 'em

All my idols on the motherfucking fed list

All my opps on the motherfucking dead list (R.I.P. 'em)

If I pick my money up, I might as well deaD lift

Caught your brother on a killer, now he dead, bitch

P. S.A. to all these niggas, y’all can’t fuck with me (Y'all can’t fuck with me)

When we chilling, bitch, don’t bring no niggas up to me

Ay, I’m in the Bay but I’m on Texas

Yeah, I send that backend, catch it

She hit me like, «Why, you ain’t answer?»

'Cause I’m with my bitch, ho, text me

These Gabbana, these ain’t no Margiellas

When she with me, that’s when she get the wettest

Styrofoam cup and that’s Codeine infested

Drinkin' the syrup like I’m under the weather (Ooh, ooh)

I put you niggas on, give me my credit (Ooh, ooh)

Condo in LA, it’s gettin' developed (Ooh, ooh)

She woke up, she ate me for breakfast (Ooh, ooh)

Boy, who you talking to?

Don’t get embarrassed

We can get far from all that Gucci in Paris

You won’t see this in no stores, the rarest

Don’t make us get on that car, we gon' air it

We live by that gang, and that beef, we inherit

Ooh, ooh, them niggas robbed you because you let 'em

Ooh, ooh, I got twenty choppas, I feel like Tip Harris

My shit authentic, their shit generic

I’m the founder, I’m not your chairman

Don’t play with the Boogieman, shit’ll get scary

And I’ma be quiet like this a library

I send them killers to get 'em, I flip 'em

When they pull up, you know they gon' rip 'em

Soon as he gone, his niggas gon' miss him

After a month, them boys gon' forget him

Ay, if he got bitches, they better kiss him (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Ay, 'cause this' they last lil' couple days with him

I go throw with that K in a Sprinter

Put on my jewelry, it feel like the winter

Bitch, I’m a boss, refer to me as mister

Get it from the bank, printer down, I’ma kill him

My bitch bad, don’t need no filter

Every time I hit her gotta leave kids in her

Chanel boy bag, gotta get in my Floyd bag

At the clearport, on jets where we deploy at (Deploy)

At the traphouse, that’s where I was employed at (Employed)

But I don’t glorify that life, I didn’t enjoy that

But I don’t glorify that life, I didn’t enjoy that

But I don’t glorify that life (I don’t glorify that life)

No, I don’t glorify that life (No, I don’t glorify that life)

We at the clearport, got a flight (We at the clearport, got a flight)

We at the clearport, got a flight (We at the clearport, got a flight)

We at the clearport, got a flight

And I don’t glorify that life

We at the clearport, got a flight

At the clearport, got a flight

I should be there, nigga, tonight