Dave from Work - The Hero I Could Be

So many snakes in the grass need a John Deere
If you pull up, your whip'll get commandeered
To see black men progress is a common fear
If you're looking for the greatest you can find us here
When we looking for our haters, we just check our rear
Yeah, the view of my vision's looking hella clear
300 .50 Cal rounds on my bandolier
So that's 300 shots right between yo ears

God damn, I'ma drill a nigga through his six pack
Karate clip, Draco no kickback
Running through the money, talking big racks
You talk about your city but don't give back
And I only speak facts, don't twist that
My squad'll break a nigga like a kit kat
Pull up and we let the guns chit chat
That's an amazing discussion

All these amateur rappers will never witness compassion
I'll turn a boy to a bastion and turn a whole to a fraction
And when that snare gets to drumming
I'll see you're faker than plastic
I get the money, invest it
And make it stretch like elastic

Taylor sent me the beat
I put the nail in the casket
Kenna said, "What's the move?"
I said, "I've never been placid"
And I keep a tool with me
Got the clank and the ratchet
I don't care bout the money
Just the lives I've impacted

God damn
All I do is dream, think, achieve
Imagining the hero I could be
Running through the money like a fiend
Woke up, it was all just a dream

I told my momma to pray for my shooters
Cause if folks run up, he'll get blessed by the rhougar
Cause y'all niggas quick to jump to an assumption
But my niggas quick to provide your conclusion
So know when I make it, the fame is inclusive
And I chased my dreams cause they came to me lucid
You plan to go dumb, but I've been going stupid
Fresh pair of Timbs so I tiptoe through tulips
My mind is sharp, I'll take care not to lose it
Weight on my shoulders, the worlds getting too big
So many people think they want the answers
But half of ya'll niggas don't know what the truth is
Head of my house, I'm the first one to do it
Brain on rasputin, but built like a toothpick
Success on my mind, like the wax on a cue tip
Talk like you know me, new phone, who dis?

(Hello?)

All I do is dream, think, achieve
Imagining the hero I could be
Running through the money like a fiend
Woke up, it was all just a dream

This should be quick
This should be easy
I went for the crown
And that was a freebie
Went from SoundCloud to promoting my CD
Didn't switch up for clout, I kept repping my city
I told my moms that I'd get her that Bentley
And that if I make it I'm taking her with me
Raised from the mud with the 3 of my siblings
And moms made a way and showed us that pretending
Could lead to progression and God is forgiving
To those who repent after living as sinners
But I'm not done sinning
So, Momma I'm sorry
I left blood tracks that sunk deep in your carpet
I've taken roses from grandfathers garden cause I knew that death would come take them regardless
And I know that death will come take me regardless
So I pray curtains fall and the crowd keeps applauding

All I do is dream, think, achieve
Imagining the hero I could be
Running through the money like a fiend
Woke up, it was all just a dream

Written by:
Jailen Adams

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