Hometown Hero

[Intro: 38 Spesh & Benny the Butcher]

Yeah, like, back home, you know

Shit, man, it was, it was impactful

You know, they knew our stories

And we blended so well together and shit

'Cause, you know, we got the same type of story (Mm-hm)

Come from poverty environment, you know what I mean, drugs, prison

You don't get to hear a lot of artists

From that area, from two different cities (Right)

I'm sayin' the two major cities of upstate New York, so (Right)

Everything, everything, it was just a perfect blend, just the way it is now

Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' regular about this shit at all

STABBED & SHOT 2, uh, it's part two

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher & 38 Spesh]

A long way from that broke-down Alero

The hometown hero, who put a trap right on Ground Zero

I don't gotta lie to you, niggas

I really did this shit, uh

Too much light comin' through, I gotta let down the shades

Shit so real, gotta pat down the maid (Ayy)

Packed out a stage, then I backed out the game

I been that nigga, why y'all actin' like that's about to change?

You know that Benz don't feel good as it look (It don't)

I take advice from thieves, hoodlums and crooks to get put on the books (Uh)

Gave me my first taste when I got put on the jooks

Yeah, I made it out, but look what it took

Montana boys, three step to stamp, heroin money

Back when you grinded for it, so you cherished the money (Nineties)

Fetty hit and broke niggas started inheritin' money

So when the game got crowded, it went terrible for me (Goddamn)

Lyrical genius, this rap shit was a miracle to me (Thank God)

I'm from holy ground, Buffalo like Jericho to me (Thank God)

Smart problems and big dollars that'll bury them from me (Huh)

Four in a row, the outcomes were a variable to me (Yo)

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]

I used to open up the house 'round seven

The town legend, that set up a trap and found Heaven

I don't keep track of the losses, I count blessings

Bosses don't hang around peasants

I'd rather be in the ground 'fore I be in a clown's presence

Haters wan' see me damn stressin'

Instead I'm caked up, I wake up receivin' wild texts

Made three hundred thou' feeding my child breakfast

Y'all niggas seem to sound desperate

Scorned, bitter, remind me of beefin' with wild exes

You told transcripts and your trials send it

I know you wish you can get the files shredded

Rappers act like they really the nicest

They just high off coke and their energy spikin'

Niggas sniff and then get identity crisis

Y'all slightly above average like the Tennessee Titans, motherfucker