G Herbo XXL Freshman 2016 – G Herbo Freestyle Lyrics

Roaches, rats in apartments, mama smoking, baby starving

Pistols loading, discharging, I grew up in all it

Ghetto, hell, slums, bottom, what you wanna call it?

Nobody role models, everybody alcoholics

The shorties either gangbanging or they basketballin’

Where niggas get left slain stankin’ ’cause they chain swangin’

Them kids won’t see they moms again ’cause homie ain’t aimin’

Damn the streets changing, these lil niggas dangerous

Don’t even mask up no more, these lil niggas brainless

I got so many fallen loved ones, nigga out here painless

Don’t know when it’s my time to go, I keep that, I’ma flame it

Want to see me dead or broke, I know I need that motivation

Like if I blow my shot, lose everything I got

Have my hand out on that block, become everything I’m not

Been through that life, I blew that check, lost everything I had

That shit just left me looking silly and my mama sad

No nigga ever gave me shit when I was down bad

I was by myself in a six foot room right there on my ass

And now I stack that shit and mean it, like I’m on my last

I stay solo from fuck niggas like they on my ass

You know if I don’t fuck with you, better not cross my path

Niggas think it’s sweet, they see me in the streets, I been in my bag

Got to stay lowkey but I can’t wait to let ’em feel my wrath

Still trained to go, could start doing backstrokes in a bloodbath

We wake up, flame up, pop up, post up

Steal dope, clap folks, crack jokes

Still ain’t sad, kill us some white folks

Fuck those if it ain’t real black though

Started getting real money, I was 17

I’m 20 now, I’ma take it way back though

4th grade I was tryna be Ivo

Shooting ball, playing ’round, saying raps though

Grab my school shit, been throwing L’s up

Never knew what we all headed out for

Young niggas having real life shootouts

By my grandma house, had to move out

Started rapping, wasn’t tryna be a star

I was speaking what I lived, what I knew ’bout

17 had labels tryna sign me

Thought might as well speak, so I flew out

Flew back, had to see what I was worth

Hit the studio, I know what I’ma do now

Meanwhile tryna make it in a warzone

Matter fact, let me hold that thought

My city know I ain’t even got to talk

Pull up, hop out, white chalk

Now you see me, smell money when I walk

Humble with it, no I ain’t tryna floss

Every real street nigga took a loss

Took a few, bounced back, shook it off

Had an X by my name, took it off

150, dream team, I’m the boss

I came from gambling, totin’, rollin’

Stolen transportation, police stations

Look at me now, tell me congratulations