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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Watson
Daniel Watson
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Watson
Daniel Watson
Producer
DP
DP
Producer

Lyrics

Uh-huh, yeah
G Herbo, Humble Beast, man
One fifty dream team, one fifty Roc Block, bitch
79th, Essex
**** talkin' all this gangsta shit, it's real gangsta over there
When I was up on 78th, you was scared straight
Before Roc died and Gilly caught that Fed case
Remember Roc died, every mornin', shots fired
You was never in them trenches, pussy, you was dead weight
Never end up reminiscin', watch your homie hemorrhage
Even though you want to kill 'em, never play them bitches
Always came up with the blueprint, never had to listen
I had a bunch of detentions, too many pink slips turned to suspensions
Now, I just walked in the car lot, holdin' my pink slips, rockin' Givenchy
If I had my life on the line, I'd take the shot but I'm not a Nowitzki
Shot real hot like a shot of the whiskey, if I'm not duckin', how could you miss me?
Glued to the blicky, keep my shit with me
I get the back end, still I get back, in the back of the truck
If the club try to frisk me
I get so high just like I'm a hippy
Back in the 60's, Percs got me trippy
I did two thirties, I'm off a sixty
I'm in a Ranger Rover Sport on the road
Tryna not lose control, no, I'm not Missy
I quit the drank, and I do not miss it
Won't even pour it up when I'm not busy
I'm on a mission
I'm always busy
Countin' up Benji's, tryna get some more bread
Played my cards right, now, I got for sho' bread
Lil' ****, Lindsay, he got the Lohan
I put the work in like I got four hands
And I got love for a few, respect for a couple ****
But ain't no fear in my heart for no man
Keep my sword on me like Conan
Before the rap, I swear I was poor, man
Now, my cribs and shit gotta door, man
**** stay hatin' like Herbo a ho, man
How yo gon' show, man? Watchu gon' blow, then?
I heard he totin' his pipe everyday and he shot some before
What, you knew him before then? (Uh-huh)
I heard he the realest, and he be with killers
They sound like gorillas, and ride four wheelers
They wavin' them 30's and yellin' no limit
If you ain't with it, then, bitch, mind your business
Got bulletproof vests, dressed just like armadillos
I'm on the corner, with nothin' but dealers
Clinchin' a .40 when I'm on the block
Water whippin' my wrist when I'm under the ceilin'
Guess I'm a hypocrite, 'fore I got shot
We was sendin' 'em out, give a fuck 'bout they feelings
And when I got shot, I was back on the block
With my crutch and my Glock, give a fuck 'bout the healin'
From the start of the day to the finish, we drillin'
Guess we was mentally illin'
Couldn't even stop, we allergic to chillin'
Had to wake up and think like a villain, uh
Now, my whole thought process different
Wake up and think 'bout a million
Sometimes, I don't talk, I just listen
Can't never be nothin' I ain't missin'
Some shit you just learn on your own
I taught myself how to not go to prison
They want us to be all alone
They tryna divide us off in divisions
Tryna divide us by our decisions
Take advantage of our kindness, so that's why I'm vicious
I seen ballers rise and fall, that's why I'm ambitious
Locked in shackles or they gone, most of all my ****
Pour out all my liquor
Written by: Daniel Watson, Herbert R Wright
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