Heroes vs Villains

All these moments spent with you I could never forget
Sometimes I turn my TV on and load up these cassettes
And reminisce about the better days
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep broad day
For you I’ll never lose my shine, you know the world is mine
Make sure I never lose my spark, even when shit get dark

Had to sit back and thank myself for all this dedication
Years of people laughin at me just for me to be the greatest

How that feel like?

All my idols think I’m real nice
My wife said everything I do just feels right

I made everybody proud I’m still the same Mike and I’m still the same Shabb, and I’m still the same from back then, but the pockets fatter
I’m still alive from the simple fact of mind over matter
The pressure made my brain splatter
Charge it to the game brather
Make that money spend dat money repeat the same pattern…

Same bitch quick to hang up real quick to call back
Turn this bitch down flat
I like my money ina brown bag
I feel like Pac I get around fast
These bitches downbad
Every single L I took I done bounced back
This choppa hold a 50 round mag
Turn this bitch down flat
I like my money ina brown bag
I feel like Pac I get around fast

Everyday I walk on earth like it’s my last one
8500 send my yungin to wack sumn
I ain’t a super hero bitch I’m the bad one
I fuck w thicc bitches
Best believe she suck dick good if she got a fat tummy
This for the real niggas in the back who keep it quiet, take it to chin and bounce back 10 times harder than prior
Fine shit got dick suckin desires
That mouth gone do what it do but the love is expired
Back in the days when we selling drugs niggas was buying
I’m like the Michelin Man selling winter tires
Better talk less cuz talk is cheap when ya friends shirts is wired

Get him outta here

Niggas wanna talk smack but know damn well I’m a pioneer
223.556.762s I’m the Iron Man, Ghost Face Killer masked hitter, Michael Myers stance
I tame this bitch down like a fireman
Crack smoke in the corridor, hand to hand servin goin door to door
Kids in the room tweaking my life a horror story
Pops hangin by the neck in the staircase
I seen this shit bare faced what I keep holding my tears for
Nigga I couldn’t cry for days
Fine shit I fucked her like a real whore
My yung nigga trynna kill more
Putting niggas on billboards
The demons on my shoulder told me spill some more