[Intro] Yeah, yeah (ugh)
[Verse 1] I’ve never been a slave b**h
I’ve never been hung like a n***a
Money makes trade no fame doesn’t
If I really can’t give my stance on it
Then I don’t even feel the need to commentate on it
I’m gettin’ praised for the sh**, cake for the hits
Hay make k** all of these n***as with the hits
If I don’t move weight I raise stakes for the hits
Got money conversations for the way I make hits
I don’t pay for the sh**, they caught up in the limelight
I ache for the sh**, hunger pains in this b**h
Break bands for the hits, AK when I spit
Kick back, click-clack, escape when I hit
Caught up in a hindsight before I got my rhyme’s tight
Dreams on point, no pay I guess
I made new flows, you Bangladesh
My Queen Latif’ hero is next
[Pre-Chorus] Rep my gang that’s on my flesh
Made my mark, best rapper yet
Came up in a game where somebody ain’t changed
Where the bodies got names everybody got next
[Chorus] Stepped up in the game, young n***a push through
Push through, push through, push through, push through
Standing in the line, young n***as get you, split you, k** you
My n***a it’s through
Standing in the game, n***a we don’t feel you
Feel you, feel you, feel you, feel you
Standing in the line, young n***a break through
Break through, break through, break through, break through
Ain’t no tellin’ what a n***a been through
Been through, been through, been through, been through
Standing in the game, young n***a push through
Push through, push through, push through, push through
[Bridge] I said blue eyes white, blue eyes white
Blue eyes white, blue eyes white
Blue eyes white, blue eyes white
Blue eyes white, blue eyes white
Blue eyes white, blue eyes white
Blue eyes white, blue eyes white
Blue eyes white, blue eyes-
[Verse 2] I’ve never been a slave b**h
I’ve never been hung like a n***a
Tell me what you think it takes to be a hero
Can you make an impact off your own grind?
More lines for the people with the small minds
All mine, the mentality is all fine
Columbine, new album resetting the archives
Could’ve leaked four albums off the hard drive
But the family needed rebuilding, I took time
Record labels want me to sign a dot sign
But a young n***a had to make an incline, recline
Did it for the people off a speed dial
Speed dial for the people who don’t understand
I’m just a simple man living like I’m gilligan
Profit off the Benjamin’s, hero is a kid again
n***as ain’t feelin’ him, they just wanna envy me
They don’t see the energy, I could keep the remedy n***a
[Pre-Chorus] Rep my gang that’s on my flesh
Made my mark, best rapper yet
Came up in a game where somebody ain’t changed
Where the bodies got names everybody got next
[Chorus] Stepped up in the game, young n***a push through
Push through, push through, push through, push through
Standing in the line, young n***as get you, split you, k** you
My n***a it’s through
Standing in the game, n***a we don’t feel you
Feel you, feel you, feel you, feel you
Standing in the line, young n***a break through
Break through, break through, break through, break through
Ain’t no tellin’ what a n***a been through
Been through, been through, been through, been through
Standing in the game, young n***a push through
Push through, push through, push through, push through
[Outro: Steve Hartman] When we find a word we like
We use it and misuse it, over and over
One thing I think we learned this week
Is that there’s a big difference
Between someone who has a heroic moment
And someone who’s a true hero