Fake Heroes

I hit the club and look around man And all I see is inflated egos so what's the deal yo I don't fit in with all these fake heroes You see death comes in trios It's me myself and I and we the three amigos What does that make me Three-headed beast roaming the streets From the south-east size up my rivals like they a feast Ima sumo so if ima compete, I gotta eat See my diet plan there's heaps up on my plate like I'm Ell Gibson And I direct my own sequels like I'm Mel Gibson System unorthodox can't be decoded They tryna shape me but they'll never mould this My raps ageing like some antiques That's including the ones that ain't the oldest Three steps ahead, see my latest tape out Won't ever fade out, it's played out in my head like it's VCR Rappers need CPR they flatlining There's only so many times that you can chalk that up to bad timing My wheels turning I'm still learning Every advance that I make, it's my reputation at stake Ask me what defines a great it's more speculation than hate I don't get pee'd off cause it's what I feed off They gon love you at the best of times And then compare you to the next in line They gon hate you for evolving They don't know the cards you're holding They'll question if you'll ever stand the test of time And even then I'm less focused on who's impressed with mine Approach verses like a nurse or practitioner Bump Makaveli but way more Christopher Little bit of Cole, maybe some 50, sprinkle some Nas Fire emojis when they comment like that nigga just spazzed I never get gassed, never off no word or a compliment I mean they mean a lot and I do read a lot But I've barely started sketching the outline of What this picture could be You niggas pussy these are just the tales of a former rookie