- G Herbo Just a Nigga 歌詞
- G Herbo
- (I want my momma to live in a million dollar home and my sister she still in high school)
(She just got suspended for fighting two white boys they called her a niggas)
(You know we, I thought we got away from this sh!t going on in the inner city for a better life)
(My first time getting arrested or any encounter with the police and sh!t was when I was 12 years old so that mean)
(They branded us early on for this sh!t. Its kind of designed for failure you know they want us to be labeled as just nigga)
(Again and again)
Still a nigga, just a nigga
Drop straight outta high school like the rest them niggas
So I became a statistic way before I got digits
Aint nobody think a million was realistic
I was out trippin on some sh!t I coulda missed it
Couldnt imagine life without my moms and lil sister
Still said my goodbyes and hit the streets and start risking it
Again back out throwing rocks at penitentiaries
Again violence been an answer in my city since a kid
Sayin that to explain some of the silly sh!t I did
But Im just a nigga what Im posed to do
Usually the one who hurt you mostly close to you
Reason why they say dont let nobody close to you
Just some niggas got nobody cept for who we closest to
Jigga said we still nigga, and Im just a nigga
But we real niggas, so respect a nigga
Im a restless nigga, getting a check nigga
Balling with my dog Im like check nigga
And Im like ballin on yall, spaulding
Foreign all small and Im tall gotta crawlin
When I got paper thought less of niggas
How you want me to, runnin problems they dont never solve em
Always want me to, yes Im balling its true
And its always over loot
Dont wanna slain my own kind cuz Im gon walk in and shoot
Bless a nigga, Ill stretch a nigga, now its less a nigga
Well invested but detectives still wanna arrest a nigga
And its tatted in my skin Im still an Essex nigga
All the sh!t I did was mostly sins I wasnt supposed to win
100 bottles floating all endorsed propose the toast again
All the niggas really love me genuine supposed to grin
Security some b!tches the promoter got my toasters in
No we at the top Im like damn
If we had to Id still do that sh!t again
Niggas be like me but Ill never be like them
I was in the trenches no deliverance amen
Ops be on my dick more than my b!tches cuz they fans
Let me see who real niggas by a show of hands
Manipulate your soldiers made them violent for a band
You dont really love em had em wildin for a band
But you got on them new Balenciagas for a band
Love to do each other like we mobbin for the clan
For the white dollar amount and hell slime his own man
In interrogations I was patient for the silence of the clan
Even though I know a killer like the silence of the lamb
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