- G Herbo Intro 歌詞
- G Herbo
- I do it for the haves and the have nots
All he had was a half and a glass pot
Gotta race till he the first one with the last rock
Everyday you see his face just like a mascot
Trapping out the Honda, no he never had a stash box
Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot
Ever since a kid he seeing coke all around him
Born to hustle thats his only hope all around him
Went to school stylin, middle schools wildin
He aint care for school cause he knew his true talent
How he gon survive in a world full of savages?
Born to get some money butll, kill gotta balance it
He cant fold under pressure (Uh-uh)
Life full of challenges
Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis
Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him
He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis
Really seen catastrophes
I be rappin average sh*t, homie had some tragedies
Probably why he act like this
But back to the sh*t at hand
Rap til you get advanced
Homes got a different plan with 550 grams
Strapped with it in his hand
Trap, just a ceiling fan
Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man
Push em to the limit, watch him snap just like any man
Steady poppin percocet, he blacked off them milligrams
You dont live how he live, you dont feel the man
Aint no lil bitty pill just gon heal a man
He cant chill he need a pill, guess he too militant (Uh)
Oh you just likeus, they robbed you of your innocence, huh?
Real menaces we up like Dennises, huh
Played with pistols, we aint have no Sega Genesis (Uh-uh)
No curriculum, cant punctuate our sentences or nothin
N*ggas possed to been on prom, doing sentences (Thats f*cked up)
Better get your bucks up
Member I was f*cked up, daddy said I lucked up
But it wasnt no luck for us, nobody had nothin for us
I was with some real n*ggas, but it wasnt enough of us
Held the whole hood down, n*ggas had to toughen up
He gangsta but cant ride with my crowd, he aint rough enough
Im humble but my city in a headlock and a uppercut
Dont talk about no millions or nothin cause you aint touch enough
My head race Im riding alone
Just my mind and this chrome
Used to live in all apartments, now Im riding to a home
And I spend like 1.5 on my diamonds alone
Only count on who gon still be by my side if its gone, just a hand full
You cant never have no win if your mans lose
Exploitation off your mans, thats a fan move
F&N have that man doing dance moves
Keep your friends cool, dont be no damn fool
Gotta stay ruthless in the streets cause aint no damn rules
Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn jewels
Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools and all these bamboos sticks
We aint worried bout no opps, yeah, they could suck a d*ck
I just stayed a extra thirty minutes taking pics
Trigger happy, we been buyin licks since jits
G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense
We aint never get pinched
No coincidence
We was supposed to get rich
Cause we was meant for this
Now all we know arithmetic
But everybody with the sh*ts
I hope it aint no incidents
Cause everybody in some whips
And well trip, rip clips, flip sh*t, dip, split, switch whips with new tints like aint sh*t happen
And it aint no n*ggas in this sh*t doin sh*t like this
Clique aint no more room for you p*ssy boys
Quit rappin (PTSD)
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