Who are your heroes
It's like he had christ repellent triple six's under his tweed wool
Fashion mogul meander yellow pee and a ski toll
God was like give this motherfucker a fantasy
A house next to the Atlantic sea
Hectic man manic alignment to profanity
Salt water dreams dolphins in his deep pool
Clairvoyant girlfriend predicting his death in her dream school
Doubts his own success
Since he sold sess then reinvested in 
The most protested formulas of west
Destiny's test deaf
Definitely not Tiffany's mess
Heart shaped locket fell from the hole in his pocket next.
Lebanese rugs wet 
Blood stained color of his Corvette
Mash the gas until there's no more Russian gas left
Four fifty a gallon bet foreign cars in a domestic market
Eat the parfait at Target parley where the shark shit

Blasé parley where the sharks shit 
Blasé smoke haze parley where the sharks shit all day
Awol can't afford nothing less
Freedom held by paper the federal reserve press
Lecture in the notes never step down from clefs 
Cliff felt the last foot dragged when its felt found death 
Better to have knelt now neph 
Then the welt from belt around neck 
Sound the thousand angels and hell hounds having sex
Magical realism announcing nouns and sound effects
All the way down to the profound grounds it affects 

Money move mountains but the mountains can still get hexed 
If there ain't no one counting cause who's going to count on context?
Count Dracula dizzy til the fountain of blood blessed
Modern Mary Magdalene mounted and fondled fully dressed

Who are your heroes motherfucker
Who are your heroes motherfucker
Who are your heroes motherfucker

Conquistadors machismo chisme
Like priests pledged to do right but another indecent these days
I wrote this out going south in the breeze on the freeway
Headed somewhere warm in keys wishing Keii was the dj

To whatever it amounts I trade my beach towel to keep space 
Careless the captains been antihero's leeway 
Behead the men your hero's hero feet paved
A narrow path for self ego death the dick nose delays

A lot to transfer out with amigos for Pete's sake
You could freebase these bars 
Be alarmed for it's the chico's cheat day
Instead of eating I feed the farm 
People weak in arms tired of carrying beacons of bombs
Guilt free buttery custom fees, visas and songs
I wrote this with one fifty in charms 
NFT your moms crib to sell it for shellfish, penne, parm
NFT your moms crib sell if for shellfish, penne, and parm

3-D print yourself a heart kid

Awol can't afford nothing less
Freedom held by paper the federal reserve press
Lecture in the notes never to step down from clefs 
Cliff felt the last foot dragged when its felt found death