Hometown Hero

Yeah, like, back home, you know, shit, man, it was, it was impactful

You know, they knew our stories and we blended so well together and shit 'cause, we, you know

We got the same type of story

Mm-hmm

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 sayin' the two major cities of upstate New York, so

Right

Everything, everything, it, 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

Uh, this is part two

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, ****

I really did this shit

Uh

Too much light comin' through, I gotta let down the shades

Shit so real, gotta pat down the maid

Packed out a stage, then I backed out the game

I been that ****, why y'all actin' like that's 'bout 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 Jux

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 **** start 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 'em from me

Four in a row, the outcomes were variable to me

Yeah, 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 'fore I be in the clown's presence

Haters won't see me damn stressing

'Stead I'm caked up, I wake up receiving wild texts

Made three hundred thou' feedin' my child breakfast

Y'all **** seem to sound desperate

Scorn, bitter, remind me of beefin' 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 spikin'

**** sniff and then get identity crisis

Y'all slightly above average like the Tennessee Titans, motherfucker