"No More Heroes" lyrics
Uh, uh
Uh, duh, duh (Score), uh
Duh, duh, uh
I miss my niggas every day, but more on holidays
Like white hoods was on my face, we hit their block with Ks
Steppin' through the fire with a lot of rage
I don't care if he a minor, he a opp to gang
Like my son was NLE, I seen that chopper raise
All-white 1s up on my feet, no, we weren't rockin' Js
I just hummed on the beat, then I rocked the stage
We was young on that street, throwin' block parades
Ain't had nothin' 'til I tripled up, zero, zero, zero
We was young and we ain't give no fuck, we don't need no heroes
He gon' sleep good when we hit him up, he don't need no pillow
Bunch of scars, but I'm still healin' up, starin' out my window
Shoppin' sprees for my stress, I went to Neiman Marcus
Put a bitch right to the test, she tryna be Ms. Bartlett
Told her, "Baby, I'm a thug. I can't be your Clark Kent."
Gettin' too high off these drugs, I wonder where my heart went, uh
I miss my niggas every day, but more on holidays
Like white hoods was on my face, we hit their block with Ks
Steppin' through the fire with a lot of rage
I don't care if he a minor, he a opp to gang
Like my son was NLE, I seen that chopper raise
All-white 1s up on my feet, no, we weren't rockin' Js
I just hummed on the beat, then I rocked the stage
We was young on that street, throwin' block parades
When death spread, just like Beanie Sigel, feel it in the air
Everyone told me to leave you, but I still was there
Gon' provide for my people 'til I get the chair
Told my guys we all equal, ain't shit to compare
Deep water, I dived in
Already OD'd off these drugs, I wanna die again
Remember late nights, early mornings, we was slidin', cue the violins
Please don't cross us on this side then, we was wildin', uh
I miss my niggas every day, but more on holidays
Like white hoods was on my face, we hit their block with Ks
Steppin' through the fire with a lot of rage
I don't care if he a minor, he a opp to gang
Like my son was NLE, I seen that chopper raise
All-white 1s up on my feet, no, we weren't rockin' Js
I just hummed on the beat, then I rocked the stage
We was young on that street, throwin' block parades
Uh, duh, duh (Score), uh
Duh, duh, uh
I miss my niggas every day, but more on holidays
Like white hoods was on my face, we hit their block with Ks
Steppin' through the fire with a lot of rage
I don't care if he a minor, he a opp to gang
Like my son was NLE, I seen that chopper raise
All-white 1s up on my feet, no, we weren't rockin' Js
I just hummed on the beat, then I rocked the stage
We was young on that street, throwin' block parades
Ain't had nothin' 'til I tripled up, zero, zero, zero
We was young and we ain't give no fuck, we don't need no heroes
He gon' sleep good when we hit him up, he don't need no pillow
Bunch of scars, but I'm still healin' up, starin' out my window
Shoppin' sprees for my stress, I went to Neiman Marcus
Put a bitch right to the test, she tryna be Ms. Bartlett
Told her, "Baby, I'm a thug. I can't be your Clark Kent."
Gettin' too high off these drugs, I wonder where my heart went, uh
I miss my niggas every day, but more on holidays
Like white hoods was on my face, we hit their block with Ks
Steppin' through the fire with a lot of rage
I don't care if he a minor, he a opp to gang
Like my son was NLE, I seen that chopper raise
All-white 1s up on my feet, no, we weren't rockin' Js
I just hummed on the beat, then I rocked the stage
We was young on that street, throwin' block parades
When death spread, just like Beanie Sigel, feel it in the air
Everyone told me to leave you, but I still was there
Gon' provide for my people 'til I get the chair
Told my guys we all equal, ain't shit to compare
Deep water, I dived in
Already OD'd off these drugs, I wanna die again
Remember late nights, early mornings, we was slidin', cue the violins
Please don't cross us on this side then, we was wildin', uh
I miss my niggas every day, but more on holidays
Like white hoods was on my face, we hit their block with Ks
Steppin' through the fire with a lot of rage
I don't care if he a minor, he a opp to gang
Like my son was NLE, I seen that chopper raise
All-white 1s up on my feet, no, we weren't rockin' Js
I just hummed on the beat, then I rocked the stage
We was young on that street, throwin' block parades
Writer(s): Luzian Tuetsch, Harissis Tsakmaklis, Jorge Cardoso Augusto, Goobon Jeong, Feliciano Ecar Ponce, John Morrison, Nekrasov Andreevich, Taurus Bartlett
