THE FADER - HOMETOWN HEROES lyrics

"Good to me" x 4 So "Fine" x 2 Verse (Frank): Mama I'm the man that I promised, standing hand in nuts Stranded on the land that our mamas fell on when our papas told'em "hit the dust" Polished my phonics, smoke puffing out my comments White folks choking on vomit, Monticello is the devil's dutch f** the proper, be a prophet. Don't prophet on no cause & better not blow up you gon pop it Don't grow up no no no no stop getting bitter, quivering, & coughing You dropping off of that cliff? Better grip it like you gon co*k it I been clocking back at 12 now, pack weigh like 12 pounds 8th of the caps made me think I'm going to hell now They banking that I settle down, but I will not stop Till every single white felon in my Cell get heads chopped Take a head shot, see if it'd pop or start bouncing Boy I'm chilling till I call a parent pop without me mispronouncing Them rebel rags making bullet blouses Call another little boy a f*g & Imma beat your mouth in No mincing my words, don't mention my thousands Mind your f**ing business. If you think you hate me now [Freestyle:] Then when I pull all up in Jimmy Fallon With this f**ing town in my pocket and start talking You gon wish you wasn't f**ing drowsy Hook