[Intro] Gang, it's G Herbo I'm in New York right now, man My birthday at midnight A nigga 'bout to be twenty-five Shit really feel like a century It's just a quarter-century This a lil' freestyle though, I'm 'boutta just Before I get up out of here
[Verse] Now a nigga rich All the fans see a nigga lit Remember days I was finna quit Lonely nights on the zip Wartime hopping in the whip On the block with it on my hip Can't lie, I wasn't innocent No, I can't lie, I wasn't innocent Made it far, I stayed listening Lil' nigga with discipline Them bullets went whistling You gotta know how them trenches get This bitch got a big ol' fifty clip Mask and I got my pistol grip Yeah, I still pop out dolo 'cause niggas be on pussy shit Might be kids on the hit, grow up, they keep witnesses Ain't 'posed to be no witnesses, but we ain't harming no women, kids Less them hoes with the shit, ain't say we won't kill a bitch Snub seven, give 'em six Just eleven in this SIG and I'ma do my shit with it Way before G Herbo it was Herbie G Before the Glocks, the pro mags had thirty-three Before the drip, the block heads had dirty sneaks Before the grave, the main opps had surgery Before the streets loved me, said they can't wait to murder me But ain't no fucking murking me, we give out first degree My first video on the eight was with WORLDSTARTV We was dropping shit back to back All in that black minivan, that was MACs Ain't in that vino no more, gotta lack Glizzy I got on my lap 'bout a rack Still'll go back like I live in the 'Raq Feds gon' rewind what they hear in my raps I'd rather die before I chill with that rat Really was [?] they knowing that Free Guwop and [?] they ain't going back Wish I could post more foes back, wish I could bring all my bros back Wish I was in that old trap Me and Cap dozing off in the back Wish I could trade this all back, what the fuck kind of offer is that Having fun in that sun, but I could stand the rain Son, don't pick up that gun if you can't stand the flame Way before this fame shit, I already had a name We was yelling gang shit way before you had a gang MLK, I had a dream, I almost fed my gang Realized when I woke up, I already fed my gang Boy, I ain't got shit to prove, I already did my thing When it come 'round, I remember, I can't blend with lames
[Outro] Yeah, real rap That's no bap Live in effect I'm in here with my niggas, it's gon' stay that wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
