Music Video

Credits

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

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got the Rolls parked in the front, paid for and all
Oz sparked up the blunt, Fab, that's my dog
Illi plates on my shit, but I'm not at home
And I'm solo in the whip, but I'm not alone
Everyone depend on me, but I don't got it all
I be feeling more at peace when I don't got a phone
Got a family, I can't let y'all take it all
Lil' Swerve in this bitch, he breaking baby laws
On a paper race, ain't nothing to do with race at all
You got talent, I got patience, now let's play some ball
Shit they telling you, they won't say to my face at all
Staying in my lane, I didn't change pace at all
Merging in my lane, can't fit on the road, I take them off
Heart full of pain, used to smiling, wasn't okay at all
Now I'm up for real, Big G Herbo, how I feel
Be like, fuck a deal, I up and spend a mill
I don't fuck with weird ones, why I don't be with my peers
We was in the field, just look back on my career
Only took a year, but that shit set me back a year
I go through it like you too, the only thing I lack is fear
[Chorus]
Real ****, you a real ****
In the mirror, I be like, "Aye, you a real ****"
Wanna be me and they like, "'Cause you a real ****"
When they see me, they be like, "You a real ****"
Mama call, she be like, "You a real ****"
All my dogs, they be like, "You a real ****"
In the mirror, I be like, "Aye, you a real ****"
Wanna be me and they like, "'Cause you a real ****"
[Verse 2]
Even though I'm No Limit, I'm on that cash money shit
I don't know what watch I want, but I'ma spend a hundred clip
Ain't it no new money yet, fuck the talk and run the check
In the trenches, got respect, I'm a boss, none less
Ridin' black truck, me and my mans when I wanna
Any other day, I'm in that Lamb', not Hummer
Still a humble beast, I ain't no number one stunner
But you know I'm rich 'cause I'm one hustlin' motherfucker
Yeah, I rose from the gutter, heart cold, but I'm lovin'
If you hate me, it was probably bullet holes in your brother
You can't judge this 'cause I come from where it's roughest, so that's nothin'
Still move like I'm at war when I'm in public, you can't touch them
**** movin' with that flame, letting it bang, oh, that's nothin'
Never seen a **** brains close range, that's disgusting
I know I'ma make a change, tell 'em trust me
Taught 'em how to be a millionaire 'cause that's my brother
[Chorus]
Real ****, you a real ****
In the mirror, I be like, "Aye, you a real ****"
Wanna be me and they like, "'Cause you a real ****"
When they see me, they be like, "You a real ****"
Mama call, she be like, "You a real ****"
All my dogs, they be like, "You a real ****"
In the mirror, I be like, "Aye, you a real ****"
Wanna be me and they like, "'Cause you a real ****"
Written by: Herbert R Wright
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