All right, all right, nah, nah When I grew up, criminals were my heroes The beanie from New Jersey drive over my earlobes From Trump, it was always cops in the bureau Mix of Casper, Harold Hunter, and De Niro Now I'm with my kids and we watchin' Olaf And I'm like, damn, I used to wanna be like O'Dawg Tuck the deuce-deuce under the goose Boosting y'all, couple screws loose Cashier turns poof, I'm gone Seven, I heard N.W.A. in the street From my older neighbor who was playing police Eleven, writing graffiti Fifteen, I'm selling weed By sixteen, I had an M.P.C. It was so pastoral that I wanted to grow up Sell drugs, smoke blunts, drink Mad Dog and Wanted a Wham Breaker and some East Bay kicks Wanted a perm like DJ Quick My momma said, Ben, are you aware your hair is way too thin? But in my mind, I was junior high, iceberg slim Feelin' fine, gettin' high, spendin' time with the b**** Takin' Heineken sips, this as live as it gets But me, man, I wanted to be a bander Wanted to kick it with the people livin' in the bander One-third and James by the fountain where they panhandle Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals Those were my heroes Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the day Too much O.E., it kicks you off the whiskey Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the day Drank it all with my clique, it's too great Back in the days at the boulevard on Broadway Before the downtown turned to a big All Saints I was rollin' around with a 40-ounce I'm all drank Posted up in front of the 7-Eleven all day My heroes didn't look like yours My heroes didn't look like yours They didn't work a 9-to-5, they worked a 5-to-4 Woke up at 3 and recordin' more See, my heroes died of overdoses Ridin' for the culture, mine tied to psychosis All the lies that show biz My heroes shined open in hell, blowin' their noses Got locked up, got out and did some mo' s*** I got that devil in me and a bunch of Henny with me And we f*** Penny City heavy, hitting any inning Steal the pancakes off your plate and they're not robbin' you at Denny's And the Plymouth, it is tinted And the Sherman's got me spinning, you don't want it with this Put the truck in his ribs, we don't fight fair F*** that, we jump in, get our licks Reds and whites flash through the dash Top the fence, wake up, smoke a blunt Hit the park and do it again for my heroes Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Too much on me, chipsy off the whiskey Pick up, pick up, pick up the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days