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letra de heroes - grip

[intro]
[?] my heroes
uh (uh), uh (uh)

[chorus]
all i ever wanted was a chevy on ’em hunnid’ spokes
air max 95’s like them n-ggas that was runnin’ dope
started cold blowin’ ganja smoke, rockin’ dookie rope
truth be told, when i was a youngin’ they were my heroes

[verse 1]
uh, ayy, growin’ up i used to idolize the dope-man (dope-man)
he drove a [?] for the brokes, man (for the brokes, man)
i saw my uncle whippin’ yola up with both hands (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
i saw what junkie make a shooter out of coke can
five-nine to whatnot, never had a jump shot
so much for tryna bе like michael jordan
? told me i got too much talеnt
i should be somewhere on the mic recordin’
the money that he make from the wife support and
the kids and the wife and the likes and mortgage
to the red dogs kickin’ the dough outside
lookin’ in and they look like life is gorgeous
could’a had nice clothes and the freshest kicks
lil’ n-gga like me couldn’t dress for sh-t
hand me down and my big cuz left me with it
n-gga body prolly would’a had to stretch to fit it
so i looked up to them dope-boys
lookin’ back it seemed so hollow
[?] that gold bottle
dope-man was my role model
[chorus]
all i ever wanted was a chevy on ’em hunnid’ spokes
air max 95’s like them n-ggas that was runnin’ dope
started cold blowin’ ganja smoke, rockin’ dookie rope
truth be told, when i was a youngin’ they were my heroes
all i ever wanted was a chevy on ’em hunnid’ spokes
air max 95’s like them n-ggas that was runnin’ dope
started cold blowin’ ganja smoke, rockin’ dookie rope
truth be told, when i was a youngin’ they were my heroes (uh, uh)

[verse 2]
my heroes were never on the weeded bops
they decide to flee when they see the cops
whippin’ up rock for the fiends to cop
servin’ at your local convenient spot
since a days as a t–ter-totter
i done seen a lot, watch them come and leave the block
and all them motherf-ckers had records
[?] be the ones to play tunes when the needle drop
i’m talkin’ rap sheets, motherf-ck a rap beef
n-gga fall deep, pack heat from the front to the back seat
lil’ me feelin’ like the black sheep
now the whole hood f-ck with me on strength like an athlete
where i’m from, the terrain is rugged (uh)
and n-ggas serve cain to public (uh)
either that or you rap or your ass better learn how to drain the bucket
if a n-gga ain’t talkin’ ’bout change
then you might as well change the subject
never had sh-t so we go and buy [?]
just to try and compensate for the pain and sufferin’
came from nothin’, but i kept my eyes on the big picture
the wise words from a career criminal was
“you ain’t gotta sell dope to be a rich n-gga” (rich n-gga)
[chorus]
all i ever wanted was a chevy on ’em hunnid’ spokes
air max 95’s like them n-ggas that was runnin’ dope
started cold blowin’ ganja smoke, rockin’ dookie rope
truth be told, when i was a youngin’ they were my heroes

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