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G Herbo

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Yeah

Y′know if you wonder why I ever tell y'all

Yeah, or whatever I′m on, you know what I'm saying, in the studioI'm just, I just gotta tell y′all my move, when I′m on some boss shit

I gotta embrace my power, yeah

I had to go black for a moment, no IG

I wasn't in these streets

Man, I couldn′t tell my friends from enemies

It was all good, I was off them Perky's, sipping lean

′Til my mind told me stop, or you ain't gon′ hide anything

Anything

You ain't gon' hide anything, yeah

You ain′t gon′ hide anything

My man told me stop, or you ain't gon′ hide anything

I know for my niggas I'd do anything

′Cause I love 'em, I won′t take credit for anything

I know niggas that's gon' take credit for everything

Niggas always take from you, ain′t give you anything, them your enemies

I done so much in these streets that I been a G

I just might kill me a nigga off Hennessy

I think I might be too real for the industry

And when I die, I just hope they remember me

I was the flyest lil′ nigga in class

I was the one who stood out in assemblies

I seen my niggas die before my eyes

So I'm the last nigga to show you some sympathy

Cock my shit back, blow it ′til it's empty (baow, baow, baow!)

And I commit murder if you would tempt me

Fuck bitches, leave ′em, make 'em resent me

Bitch, I′m a sinner, I'm not repenting

God forgive me for my sins, but you know just where I been

Give a nigga the whole .30, amen

Probably shot a nigga and forgot, fucking with them Xans

If you ran, got shot in the back for playing

Shouldn't have moved, I′m just saying, that wasn′t part of the plan

Boy, don't front your move, watch what you saying

That might be his man, running your mouth

Then wonder why they shot up your house

Open your mouth, fuck nigga, you a man or a mouse?

Family always calling me ′cause I'm the man of the house

In a sense of emergency, I′ve got a man in route, .30 on 'em now

I can′t break a sweat, bitch, .30 on me now

You see what's on my neck, bitch? .30 on me now

Diamonds look like blaow

Got your bitch, wanna fuck me now

.30 hit like blaow

Army shit like Colin Powell

I went to Bouchet, I ain't go to Powell

Me and shawty fuck, we was running wild

And big bro just beat two bodies

Still ain′t shit then get you bodied

And I got on Chanel deodorant, I might pull up in Maserati

I rap street shit like I′m Hov on 'em, still go fast like kamikaze

And I go move to any state, keep foreign shit in my garage

That mean I might be me, you not, you want me, bitch? Bring my deposit

Ay, G Herbo

You already know what the fuck it is, man

Humble Beast, swervo

You know?

This record man, I′m tryna go down in history

If I ain't gonna be the greatest, I′on even wanna do this shit

For real, like for real, for real

That's why, y′know what, they ain't no fly by night shit

I don't want niggas to feel like- y′know what I′m saying?

I'ma stay as humble as possible, I′m as humble as they come, you know?

But in all actuality I just want niggas to know, you not fuckin' with me