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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Big Oz on the keyboard and shit) Yeah, you already know what it is First time I met Ye, I swear to God, he walked up to me like "Man, you gotta stop lettin' these Niggas steal your style and shit, man Take your shit and run away with it" (Haha, I just laughed) I ain't even know what he was talkin' 'bout, I swear That shit was crazy, though, but them all facts Real Chicago legend, man, 'Raq legend, I been that, G Herbo Ayy (Yeah, yeah) Long live my uncle K-Tone (Uh) Rappin' in your basement, first time I made a song (I did) Always been a G, you always showed us stay strong (You did) Long as I had my cousins with me, I knew I'd make it home Now I'm livin' my dream, unc', I made it My paper long (You know that) I just tryna do my thing, unc' But these niggas be hatin' on me That money they signed for ain't Nothin' but a chain and a bracelet on 'em, uh I can land in any state I want, got a bad bitch waitin' on me, uh Tell her come hop in the truck Gotta keep her on the tuck Penthouse suite look like the Trump So fine, I fuck from the front Stay on my hip like a gun I'm on her lip like a blunt Hit the club, let's have some fun And I could do this all month Hundred K stacks bundled up Remember when it was all ones Great velocious, thankful I was the nigga that he called son I made it through the fire Ain't stoppin' 'til I reach the level where It's nothin' higher (Nothin') And then I might retire (Yeah) I put this shit on my back and carried niggas like Mariah The same niggas that'll fuck 'round Wear them wires that indict us (Damn) Tryna rope a nigga right up I just hope I keep gettin' money and rockin' All the shit that light up Yeah, I got more J than Tidal Every last whip got a title (Uh) Just last year, I was down bad Almost lost every single thing I had, but I'm still these niggas' idol Big G, I ain't nothin' like you (Nothin') Fed everybody at the table, this my last One with the label, I need thirty mil', I'm entitled, uh Nigga, yeah No bap, all fact That was a quick one goin' through Still goin' strong Yeah Shoutout Ye too, man, no bap And that nigga Oz, he a wizard doin' these flips with these flips, man Greatest rapper alive, I am that, no bap Anyone up, man, anybody wanna step to the plate? Come get at this shit, come take it, man, my crown on heavy Ain't tiltin', ain't fallin', fallin' ever And ever and ever and ever
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