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Big K.R.I.T.

Hometown Hero (with Grillade)

 

Hometown Hero (with Grillade)


[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
A superhero in the flesh
Even at my worst, I'm the best
For the finish, I stretch
When they advance me this check
Coulda bought my way to heaven but I blow it on my neck instead
What you expect when you ain't have shit
And they ain't paying half of what you asking
Couldn't even see the pussy even if it's Cassie
Lot of hoes are down for taking pictures cause you're flashy
You can't even imagine, maybe Kim Kardashian
Number one song and a Grammy, now I'm smashing
Maserati crashing, swerving through the traffic
Wrap it 'round a pole, sell a mil off the tragedy
I defy gravity
Flyer than I half to be
Talking to the Lord
"I can't stay, who gon' save hip hop after me?"
It's like a torn ACL to an athlete
Boobie Miles, Friday Lights, capture me
In my hometown

[Hook:]
King of King City
Third Coast Representer, Mississippi Switchin Lanes
King City, King, King City,
Third Coast Represtenter, Mississippi Swithcin Lanes,
300 My my, 300 my stomping ground
300 My my, 300 my stomping ground
300 My my, 300 my stomping ground
King City, M-Town, Hometown Hero.

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
It's just Ciroc in the cooler
Not a day off, but I'm still Ferris Bueller
Winners never lose, so how dare you confuse us
They quote what I spit like Confucius
He say, she say, rumors all day
The rap game is high school, and life's a hallway
Like what clique you in
The Beamer or the Benz
The Bentley or the Lambo
Like here we go again
Don't sit at my table
VIP, I got this
If you ain't popping champagne after every game then don't pop shit
Homecoming queen with my picture in her locket
But I know what's up with her hands in my pockets
They love me cause my swag is so jock-ish
Freshman year, saw her ring like I'm boxing
You voted most likely to never ever top this
I'm Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
In my hometown

[Hook]

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