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