STDCG - Hometown Heroes lyrics

"Hometown Heroes" [Talking] [GR:] Who I do it for They say I do it for the home team We hold it down for the hometown Underground kings in our city With no crown Scared of the sound So they tried to bury us in the ground But little did they know we were seeds And we grown now I'm on now The kids that live in my city are gone wild Little miss 16 pluses having their own job Money to the ceiling why I won't smile Cause everybody that I know now Trying to fit in a profile I know how easy it is to live wrong All I use to want to do was hit bongs and sing songs And pray I don't sing my way into sin sin Over the physical pain not having things bring Speedin' across state lines Like I'm trying to evade time Never could make time so I'm trying to save mine Still the same my name k**ing the game I'm Forever ready when it's stage time stage time [40 Deebz:] They think they know the half right They don't know a fraction I'm back in the sticks That my dad use to pitch his crack in Till his friend got pinched And he would continue yappin' And my dad was in shackles Before I realized what happened This is back when I made Being absent for cla** look like pa**ion Low on cash grandparents struggled Balancing the rations Me and my cousin sprayed walls A talentless attraction No shining armor Moving through the night Like an a**a**in on bikes We were just asking for trouble A man tattling The cops stop and question us And hear the cans rattling And 20 years later here I am Born in 94' before I was created by the fans And hated for my plans Got sedated while I can And these days I hardly feel related to my fam I sit around patiently just waiting to expand And still give everybody's explanation an exam I use to put a lot of concentration Into scams back when I would puff trees On probation in the jam Reservation concentration camp Most wanna escape but can't They're the reason that you'll fill my rain Without a sacred dance Western films left us fiending for a victory Evil indigenous wickedness Now seeing this sh** consistency In it till it's a casket Mastering the tracklist With raps that hit With as much impact as a packed fist I strike and hold heat like a match stick So if we ever clash Your cla**ics will get their a** kicked I practice till there's not much Of a sacrifice every time I grab the mic And half the time my raps are nice But act as if I know I fail Stumbled off the sober trail Trying to stay afloat in the ocean With a broken sail STDCG (Trying to stay afloat)