Hero Lyrics

Hero lyrics

QB!

Where the fuck y'all at?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Yeah! Let's go!

Kiss money!



Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating

Hate him or love him for the same reason

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in



So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want

They looking for a hero

I guess that makes me a hero



Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman

Crooks and castle on his back Maybach-er

Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor

Working like Muay Thai class, could perspire out ya



And of course I've been the boss since back when

Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz

Now they shut down the stores that I'm shopping

Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking

I'm him!



Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating

Hate him or love him for the same reason

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in



So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want

They looking for a hero

I guess that makes me a hero



Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half

Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag

Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty

All black clothes so ice lay on me so classy



And every time I close my lids

I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge

I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see

Tell them angels opened the door for me



From nine Berettas and moving raw

To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and humidors

That's what I call mature, that's what I call a G

That's what I call a pimp, that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit



I'm tryin' to make more cream

By every September 14th, that's my dream

So I can be more clean as I grow yearly

I can see things more clearly that's why they fear me

Let's go!



Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating

Hate him or love him for the same reason

Can't leave it, the game needs him

Plus the people need someone to believe in



So in God's Son we trust

'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want

They looking for a hero

I guess that makes me a hero



It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side

Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it

First L.A. and **** ****** was riding wit it

But Newsweek article startled big wigs

They said, "Nas, why's you trying it?



My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning

Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning

Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow

Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel

They can't sing what's in they soul!



So "Untitled" it is

I never changed nothin', but people remember this

If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids

With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit



I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it

Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it

I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio

No matter what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!

Let's go!



Yeah, Nas, Polow Da Don