| The Heroes
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| I used to sell cocaine, used to sell hard
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| Who made this beat?
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| Started sellin' heroin, started sellin' weed
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| Twysted Genius, baby
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| I’m a jack of all trades, you dig?
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| Young Jefe, holmes
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| Uh
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| Remember nights in them cold cells
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| Now I’m taking flights to them hotels
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| Hold tight 'til the dope sell
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| Tell the weed man we need more bales
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| Still screaming out fuck 12
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| If a nigga play, I’m goin' back to jail
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| I don’t listen to these niggas' music
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| All of these niggas wack as hell
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| I ain’t never been to Pakistan but I named my hood after Pakistan
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| My bitch ain’t never gon' need nothin', all she gotta do is ask her man
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| Blast a man, I would blast a man, tell them niggas I’ll blast 'em
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| I ain’t fuck with my daddy, mama made me a bastard
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| Money came a lil' faster, I flipped it every time it came in
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| I ain’t even no rapper, this dope boys entertainment
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| You know I do it for the dope boys, and I do it for the weed dealers
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| I don’t fuck with none of these niggas, I don’t feel I really need niggas
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| Mama said she can’t sleep at night
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| She had a dream I had a candlelight
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| Tell my mama if I ever die
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| Know I lived a real nigga life
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| I’d rather die a real nigga
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| Than live like a fuck nigga
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| I knew these niggas all my damn life
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| But I don’t even fuck with 'em
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| Why you tryna compete with me and you can come eat with me?
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| All them niggas you see with me used to be in the street with me
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| I am not in no competition, I want all my niggas winning
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| 'Cause even if they ain’t got it, I tell 'em to come and get it
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| Why you tryna compete with me and you can come eat with me?
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| All them niggas you see with me used to be in the street with me
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| I am not in no competition, I want all my niggas winning
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| 'Cause even if they ain’t got it, I tell 'em to come and get it
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| Bitch, they call me Glizzy, uh
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| Nigga play and I hit it, uh
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| You want some smoke, come get it, uh
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| This life is no joke I’m livin', uh
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| Got some dope boys from Michigan
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| They be getting them millions
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| You niggas ain’t got no discipline
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| Ain’t no competition, huh
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| FamGoon, FamGoon, FamGoon
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| I’m in that double R truck, might ram you
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| Ralo supposed to be coming home soon
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| Them crackers can’t fucking stand you
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| When they came and snatched me up
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| I told 'em my name was Nathaniel
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| Boy, you really be acting up
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| But I know you an actor like Samuel
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| Rough nigga, tough nigga, don’t give a fuck, nigga
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| Every time I see a baddie, gotta see what’s up with her
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| Used to be a homie but he turned into a fuck nigga
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| Yup, nigga, it’s up, nigga, no, I don’t trust niggas
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| Why you tryna compete with me and you can come eat with me?
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| All them niggas you see with me used to be in the street with me
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| I am not in no competition, I want all my niggas winning
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| 'Cause even if they ain’t got it, I tell 'em to come and get it
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| Why you tryna compete with me and you can come eat with me?
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| All them niggas you see with me used to be in the street with me
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| I am not in no competition, I want all my niggas winning
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| 'Cause even if they ain’t got it, I tell 'em to come and get it
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| Hello, this is a prepaid debit call from
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| Ralo, FamGoon
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| An inmate at the Robert A. Dayton Detention Facility
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| To accept this call press 0, to refuse this call, hang…
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| This call is from a corrections facility and is subject to monitoring and
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| recording
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| Thank you for using GTL
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| Hey partner, it’s the Ralo FamGoon reporting live from federal prison
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| AKY, I need us to do a motherfuckin'…
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| This one gotta be a classic right here, this for the streets, man
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| This for everybody out there screaming free Ralo
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| Everybody supporting me, everybody showing me love
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| I appreciate that
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| I read every letter, every letter that come through the mail, dawg
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| I read, dawg
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| I appreciate all the love and support that y’all been supporting me
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| I need it, from the heart
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| I might not respond to every letter
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| Due to the fact it be ten, fifteen letters a day
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| But man, you know I’m in the hole 24 hours a day, I’m in a room, man
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| And I’m studyin', I’m prayin', and I’m comin' home, man
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| Ahk shit, pop shit, FamGoon business |