This is a song about "People like to be the heroes and stuff"

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

And if i do go you better come through

And teach then not to meet people like u

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

We're the heroes unsung

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff