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Hometown Hero

 

Hometown Hero

(album: The Last King - 2009)


Yeah, yeah, Superhero in the flesh
Even at my worst I'm the best, for the finish I stretch
When they advance me this check
Could've 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
Now the hoes is down for taking pictures 'cause you're flashing
You can't even imagine, maybe Kim Kardashian
Number one song, get 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 have to be
Talking to the Lord, I can't stay, who gon' save hip-hop after me?
That's like a torn ACL to an athlete
Boobie Miles, Friday Lights, capture me
In my hometown

King City, King, King City
Third Coast representer, Mississippi-sippi Land
King City, King, King City
Third Coast representer, Mississippi-sippi Land
300 my my, 300 my stomping grounds
300 my my, 300 my stomping grounds
300 my my, 300 my stomping grounds
King City, M-Town, Hometown Hero

Yeah, yeah, 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 click you in, the Beamer or the Benz
The Bentley or the Lambo, like here we going again
Don't sit at my table, V-I-P I got this
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 jockish
Freshman year I saw a ring like I'm boxing
You voted most likely to never ever top this
I Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodmans
In my hometown

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