"Hometown Hero" lyrics
Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh Lyrics
Yeah, like, back home, you know, shit, man, it was impactful
You know, they knew our stories and we blended so well together and shit, because, you know
We got the same type of story
Come from poverty, environment, you know what I mean drugs, prison
You don't get to hear a lot of artists from that area, from two different cities
Right
I'm saying the two major cities of upstate New York, so
Right
Everything, it was just a perfect blend, just the way it is now
Ain't nothing, ain't nothing regular about this shit at all
Stabbed & Shot 2
A long way from that broke-down Alero
The hometown hero
Who put a trap right on Ground Zero
I don't gotta lie to you, niggas
I really did this shit
Too much light comin' through, I gotta let down the shades
Shit so real, gotta pat down the maid
Packed out the stage, then I backed out the game
I been that nigga, why y'all actin' like that's about to change?
You know that Benz don't feel good as it look
I take advice from thieves, hoodlums and crooks to get put on the books
Gave me my first taste when I got put on the jooks
Yeah, I made it out, but look what it took
Montana boys, three step to stamp, heroin money
Back when you grinded for it, so you cherished the money
Fetty hit and broke nigga started inheriting money
So when the game got crowded, it went terrible for me
Lyrical genius, this rap shit was a miracle to me
I'm from holy ground, buffalo like Jericho to me
Smart problems and big dollars that'll bury them from me
Four in a row, the outcomes were a variable to me
I used to open up the house round seven
The town legend that set up a trap and found heaven
I don't keep track of the losses, I count blessings
Bosses don't hang around peasants
I'd rather be in the ground before being in the clown's presence
Haters won't see me damn stressing
Instead I'm caked up, I wake up receiving wild texts
Made 300,000 feet in my child breakfast
Y'all niggas seem to sound desperate
Scorn, bitter, remind me of beefing with wild exes
You're told transcripts and your traps set it
I know you wish you can get the files shredded
Rappers act like they really the nicest
They just high off coke and their energy spiking
Niggas sniff and then get identity crisis
Y'all slightly above average like the Tennessee Titans, motherfucker
You know, they knew our stories and we blended so well together and shit, because, you know
We got the same type of story
Come from poverty, environment, you know what I mean drugs, prison
You don't get to hear a lot of artists from that area, from two different cities
Right
I'm saying the two major cities of upstate New York, so
Right
Everything, it was just a perfect blend, just the way it is now
Ain't nothing, ain't nothing regular about this shit at all
Stabbed & Shot 2
A long way from that broke-down Alero
The hometown hero
Who put a trap right on Ground Zero
I don't gotta lie to you, niggas
I really did this shit
Too much light comin' through, I gotta let down the shades
Shit so real, gotta pat down the maid
Packed out the stage, then I backed out the game
I been that nigga, why y'all actin' like that's about to change?
You know that Benz don't feel good as it look
I take advice from thieves, hoodlums and crooks to get put on the books
Gave me my first taste when I got put on the jooks
Yeah, I made it out, but look what it took
Montana boys, three step to stamp, heroin money
Back when you grinded for it, so you cherished the money
Fetty hit and broke nigga started inheriting money
So when the game got crowded, it went terrible for me
Lyrical genius, this rap shit was a miracle to me
I'm from holy ground, buffalo like Jericho to me
Smart problems and big dollars that'll bury them from me
Four in a row, the outcomes were a variable to me
I used to open up the house round seven
The town legend that set up a trap and found heaven
I don't keep track of the losses, I count blessings
Bosses don't hang around peasants
I'd rather be in the ground before being in the clown's presence
Haters won't see me damn stressing
Instead I'm caked up, I wake up receiving wild texts
Made 300,000 feet in my child breakfast
Y'all niggas seem to sound desperate
Scorn, bitter, remind me of beefing with wild exes
You're told transcripts and your traps set it
I know you wish you can get the files shredded
Rappers act like they really the nicest
They just high off coke and their energy spiking
Niggas sniff and then get identity crisis
Y'all slightly above average like the Tennessee Titans, motherfucker
