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Lil Herb Album
by  G Herbo


G Herbo - Lil Herb Lyrics



  1. Every Night
  2. Reason
  3. Longevity
  4. Blitz
  5. Radar
  6. Where Would I Be?
  7. Win Again
  8. 1 Chance
  9. Emergency
  10. Fallen Soldiers
  11. Give It All
  12. Whatever U Want
  13. Thank Me
  14. Colossal
  15. Went Legit

Every Night


(Lil FoXWhyYouSoGodly)
Lay awake in bed, thinkin' all night
Sometimes in my feelings, I was livin' a hard life
So many of my niggas lost they life and now I'm scarred for life
I gotta stay on guard, I'm bein' smart and playin' my cards right
Pray to go that nobody bring me harm or don't even start a fight
I control the crowd with my left arm, you know I'm armed right? (Right)
Got the AR-15 shootin' flames, it's my same height
If they put a location with his name, he dyin' the same night (you know that)
When my little brother died, I cried (cried)
(Every night, every day)
I told all of my niggas slide
(Every night, every day)
Man down, another homicide
(Every night, every day)
My Glock stay on me when I ride
(Every night, every day)
Rich and famous, still wanted to drill, I had to swallow my pride
Thank God, I'm grateful I made it here, I was puttin' it all on the line
Stand on the 8 Block with my fire, niggas ain't even come outside
Walkin' home through the enemy, said it was risky, I couldn't afford a ride (every day)
Soon as I got rich, I pulled that Rolls-Royce on 079
They love you when you down, start hatin' soon as you on the rise
Fake friends don't wanna see me win, had to read between the lines
I seen a nigga snake his brother out too many times (damn)
I took a different route from ridin' 'round committin' crimes
Fresh off a hit, I'm right back in the house recitin' rhymes (ayy)
Ten years later, lost T-Slick, I dropped tears from my eyes (from my eyes)
I got respect for all the killers and they give me mind
Every day we used to slide
When my little brother died, I cried (cried)
(Every night, every day)
I told all of my niggas slide
(Every night, every day)
Man down, another homicide
(Every night, every day)
My Glock stay on me when I ride
(Every night, every day)
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(Lil FoXWhyYouSoGodly)
Lay awake in bed, thinkin' all night
Sometimes in my feelings, I was livin' a hard life
So many of my niggas lost they life and now I'm scarred for life
I gotta stay on guard, I'm bein' smart and playin' my cards right
Pray to go that nobody bring me harm or don't even start a fight
I control the crowd with my left arm, you know I'm armed right? (Right)
Got the AR-15 shootin' flames, it's my same height
If they put a location with his name, he dyin' the same night (you know that)
When my little brother died, I cried (cried)
(Every night, every day)
I told all of my niggas slide
(Every night, every day)
Man down, another homicide
(Every night, every day)
My Glock stay on me when I ride
(Every night, every day)
Rich and famous, still wanted to drill, I had to swallow my pride
Thank God, I'm grateful I made it here, I was puttin' it all on the line
Stand on the 8 Block with my fire, niggas ain't even come outside
Walkin' home through the enemy, said it was risky, I couldn't afford a ride (every day)
Soon as I got rich, I pulled that Rolls-Royce on 079
They love you when you down, start hatin' soon as you on the rise
Fake friends don't wanna see me win, had to read between the lines
I seen a nigga snake his brother out too many times (damn)
I took a different route from ridin' 'round committin' crimes
Fresh off a hit, I'm right back in the house recitin' rhymes (ayy)
Ten years later, lost T-Slick, I dropped tears from my eyes (from my eyes)
I got respect for all the killers and they give me mind
Every day we used to slide
When my little brother died, I cried (cried)
(Every night, every day)
I told all of my niggas slide
(Every night, every day)
Man down, another homicide
(Every night, every day)
My Glock stay on me when I ride
(Every night, every day)
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Reason


Uh
You already know it's me, man, the Big G
I was sixteen, pullin' up with foreign whips and shit, poppin' out on my block
Hundred thousand in jewels on
Ten thousand in my pockets, both pockets, man
Two-thousand-dollar fits, I swear to God
This back then, way back when
We showed you niggas how to do this shit, man
We been flexin' round the city
Gettin' all the bad bitches, havin' motion, doin' what we wanted
And we was steppers, we showed you niggas not to play with us, for real
Look
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason niggas rap about they set
I was the first one to put my dead mans around my neck, all baguettes
I was puttin' work in 'round the clock, ain't get no f*cking rest
When we saw threats on the internet, we put opps to the test
If his head worth some money, got a youngin', come collect
Never fumble on no hit, they hop out broad day, come correct
Let the clip off, now they runnin', handgun hit like a TEC
But I told them f*ck the streets, you better get that f*cking check, nigga
Cut that weight off me, now I'm right back in full effect
Tell me how you hatin' on me and I'm the reason you got respect, nigga
I ain't trippin', I stuff hollow tips all in my Vek
I stay ready to make a mess, 7.62 rip that vest, nigga
I'm a dog off the leash, won't end up in no vet
I'm a Lamb', 'Rari, new McLaren, nigga, I ain't no 'Vette whipper
Ball with me, check
They ain't see me next
Got these suckas stressed
Everything VS, yes
It's my season
They ain't believe me
Watch your mouth, you bleed for that I'm the reason niggas check
I'm the reason they get rich and leave they block but still go back
I'm the reason all these young niggas tryin' to rap, want to catch a hat
I'm the reason for them blessings I'm the reason my bitch flexing
Your bitch sendin' paragraphs and I'm the reason why she texting
Everybody got a bag and I'm the reason in my section
I'm the reason they don't come outside, we taught they ass a lesson, uh
Pull Maybachs in, nigga my whole team winnin' like the Pac-10
Broski get a hundred sold as soon as the pack land
Rockin' yellow rose gold, my diamonds African
I got rich white money, but I'm a black man
Flow dope, I got 'em hooked just like the crack gen
Up that forty, now they shook, can't take back what they said
Every nigga diss my brother in the 'Raq, they dead
Bullets tap they head, yeah
I was fightin' a fed case, but I did not go fed
Pay my lawyer bread, then went and tuck my kids in bed
I'm still having nightmares, I wake up seeing red
Think back, if it weren't for rap, where would I be instead?
Probably
Probably jail, probably, probably dead, probably
I take care of my mama, I'm the man, Charlie
Yellin', "Free my partners," my boy kept it solid
Took his time, he comin' home even though he got ten bodies
It's my season
They ain't believe me
Watch your mouth, you bleed for that I'm the reason niggas check
I'm the reason they get rich and leave they block but still go back
I'm the reason all these young niggas tryin' to rap, want to catch a hat
I'm the reason for them blessings I'm the reason my bitch flexing
Your bitch sendin' paragraphs and I'm the reason why she texting
Everybody got a bag and I'm the reason in my section
I'm the reason they don't come outside, we taught they ass a lesson, uh
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
(Cannon, Cannon went crazy)
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Uh
You already know it's me, man, the Big G
I was sixteen, pullin' up with foreign whips and shit, poppin' out on my block
Hundred thousand in jewels on
Ten thousand in my pockets, both pockets, man
Two-thousand-dollar fits, I swear to God
This back then, way back when
We showed you niggas how to do this shit, man
We been flexin' round the city
Gettin' all the bad bitches, havin' motion, doin' what we wanted
And we was steppers, we showed you niggas not to play with us, for real
Look
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason niggas rap about they set
I was the first one to put my dead mans around my neck, all baguettes
I was puttin' work in 'round the clock, ain't get no f*cking rest
When we saw threats on the internet, we put opps to the test
If his head worth some money, got a youngin', come collect
Never fumble on no hit, they hop out broad day, come correct
Let the clip off, now they runnin', handgun hit like a TEC
But I told them f*ck the streets, you better get that f*cking check, nigga
Cut that weight off me, now I'm right back in full effect
Tell me how you hatin' on me and I'm the reason you got respect, nigga
I ain't trippin', I stuff hollow tips all in my Vek
I stay ready to make a mess, 7.62 rip that vest, nigga
I'm a dog off the leash, won't end up in no vet
I'm a Lamb', 'Rari, new McLaren, nigga, I ain't no 'Vette whipper
Ball with me, check
They ain't see me next
Got these suckas stressed
Everything VS, yes
It's my season
They ain't believe me
Watch your mouth, you bleed for that I'm the reason niggas check
I'm the reason they get rich and leave they block but still go back
I'm the reason all these young niggas tryin' to rap, want to catch a hat
I'm the reason for them blessings I'm the reason my bitch flexing
Your bitch sendin' paragraphs and I'm the reason why she texting
Everybody got a bag and I'm the reason in my section
I'm the reason they don't come outside, we taught they ass a lesson, uh
Pull Maybachs in, nigga my whole team winnin' like the Pac-10
Broski get a hundred sold as soon as the pack land
Rockin' yellow rose gold, my diamonds African
I got rich white money, but I'm a black man
Flow dope, I got 'em hooked just like the crack gen
Up that forty, now they shook, can't take back what they said
Every nigga diss my brother in the 'Raq, they dead
Bullets tap they head, yeah
I was fightin' a fed case, but I did not go fed
Pay my lawyer bread, then went and tuck my kids in bed
I'm still having nightmares, I wake up seeing red
Think back, if it weren't for rap, where would I be instead?
Probably
Probably jail, probably, probably dead, probably
I take care of my mama, I'm the man, Charlie
Yellin', "Free my partners," my boy kept it solid
Took his time, he comin' home even though he got ten bodies
It's my season
They ain't believe me
Watch your mouth, you bleed for that I'm the reason niggas check
I'm the reason they get rich and leave they block but still go back
I'm the reason all these young niggas tryin' to rap, want to catch a hat
I'm the reason for them blessings I'm the reason my bitch flexing
Your bitch sendin' paragraphs and I'm the reason why she texting
Everybody got a bag and I'm the reason in my section
I'm the reason they don't come outside, we taught they ass a lesson, uh
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
I'm the reason
(Cannon, Cannon went crazy)
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Longevity


(Oz, you're big time now)
Uh, yeah
Yeah
Lately, you know what I've been feelin' like?
I've been feelin' like
These niggas can't f*ck with me or can't nobody f*ck with me
And only I can f*ck with me, and I can't even f*ck with me
Let's go, uh
Sparkin' up the L (uh), throwin' up L's (L's)
Screamin', "F*ck jail" (f*ck), my life too upscale (uh-uh)
We was bustin' bales, we had to touch a bunch of scales
Before 12 come, we gon' let off a hunnid shells
When shit was lit on the strip, couldn't put no blicks in the dip
Better keep that bitch on your hip, on that whip, dump clip 'til it flip
Used to bend on corners and blitz before every four that I sip
If you paranoid, better zip it, don't speak that shit on a hit
I was still on Kingston and Essex, went up a ticket, been rich
I was tryna put on my dog, then I found out that he a snitch
Switched my number, don't call my phone, book a flight to be all alone
Still on papers, but I ride with my pipe 'case I'm followed home
Pray I'm blessed nonetheless, hope I manifest only longevity
Drive the coupe and drop the roof, the weather in the seventies
I ain't sayin' be scared of me, but please don't step ahead of me (don't do it)
Can't do the wooden casket, I keep a metal felony
If you talkin' dividends, I'm here to listen definitely (what up?)
Only came to collect riches, I control my destiny
I'm that nigga, never let no bitches get the best of me (not ever)
Only thing I chase is cash and it might be the death of me (uh)
When I gave away my last, wasn't nobody there for me
Left lane fast, duffel bag on the left of me
Rolls-Royce back seat, f*ck around and fall asleep
I could roll around in peace 'cause we held court right on the street
I do shows and I ain't deep 'cause niggas hoes, them niggas sweet
In Miami for a week, walk out the suite right on the beach (huh)
And make sure the team eat, you know I practice what I preach (niggas)
I got Rollies, I got Pateks, got APs, a few of each
I get paid for my shows, I get paid for my features
On some mental health shit, I still get paid when I speak
On some mental health shit 'cause any day, I might tweak
They kept tryin' to knock me down, but I stayed on my feet
And I still stay discreet 'cause ain't know honor amongst thieves
Made 'em fall 'round September, had his blood all on the leaves
I don't wanna play the hood no more with thugs, I wanna leave
Ain't enough for me to go up sellin' drugs, I want a B (a B)
In the trap, seventeen, I touch C, D, and E (uh)
One of my brothers in the bing, just seen me on BET
Dropped out of everything and I ain't get no GED
Took myself off EBT, the crib look like a B&B
Fine bitch get on her knees, need T-O-P to be with me (Swerv)
Started textin' me 'bout cheese, I put my shit on DND
Feelin' like I'm in the league, I ball like I'm on TNT
Ballin' like LeBron James, I ball like chemotherapy
My whole life a movie scene, I think I'm Quentin Tarant'
More leather fits and gold chains than Rakim and Eric B
Told the squad, "I'm tryna kill 'em, I 'on't wanna let these niggas breathe"
I make paper in my sleep, but I 'on't never go to sleep
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English

(Oz, you're big time now)
Uh, yeah
Yeah
Lately, you know what I've been feelin' like?
I've been feelin' like
These niggas can't f*ck with me or can't nobody f*ck with me
And only I can f*ck with me, and I can't even f*ck with me
Let's go, uh
Sparkin' up the L (uh), throwin' up L's (L's)
Screamin', "F*ck jail" (f*ck), my life too upscale (uh-uh)
We was bustin' bales, we had to touch a bunch of scales
Before 12 come, we gon' let off a hunnid shells
When shit was lit on the strip, couldn't put no blicks in the dip
Better keep that bitch on your hip, on that whip, dump clip 'til it flip
Used to bend on corners and blitz before every four that I sip
If you paranoid, better zip it, don't speak that shit on a hit
I was still on Kingston and Essex, went up a ticket, been rich
I was tryna put on my dog, then I found out that he a snitch
Switched my number, don't call my phone, book a flight to be all alone
Still on papers, but I ride with my pipe 'case I'm followed home
Pray I'm blessed nonetheless, hope I manifest only longevity
Drive the coupe and drop the roof, the weather in the seventies
I ain't sayin' be scared of me, but please don't step ahead of me (don't do it)
Can't do the wooden casket, I keep a metal felony
If you talkin' dividends, I'm here to listen definitely (what up?)
Only came to collect riches, I control my destiny
I'm that nigga, never let no bitches get the best of me (not ever)
Only thing I chase is cash and it might be the death of me (uh)
When I gave away my last, wasn't nobody there for me
Left lane fast, duffel bag on the left of me
Rolls-Royce back seat, f*ck around and fall asleep
I could roll around in peace 'cause we held court right on the street
I do shows and I ain't deep 'cause niggas hoes, them niggas sweet
In Miami for a week, walk out the suite right on the beach (huh)
And make sure the team eat, you know I practice what I preach (niggas)
I got Rollies, I got Pateks, got APs, a few of each
I get paid for my shows, I get paid for my features
On some mental health shit, I still get paid when I speak
On some mental health shit 'cause any day, I might tweak
They kept tryin' to knock me down, but I stayed on my feet
And I still stay discreet 'cause ain't know honor amongst thieves
Made 'em fall 'round September, had his blood all on the leaves
I don't wanna play the hood no more with thugs, I wanna leave
Ain't enough for me to go up sellin' drugs, I want a B (a B)
In the trap, seventeen, I touch C, D, and E (uh)
One of my brothers in the bing, just seen me on BET
Dropped out of everything and I ain't get no GED
Took myself off EBT, the crib look like a B&B
Fine bitch get on her knees, need T-O-P to be with me (Swerv)
Started textin' me 'bout cheese, I put my shit on DND
Feelin' like I'm in the league, I ball like I'm on TNT
Ballin' like LeBron James, I ball like chemotherapy
My whole life a movie scene, I think I'm Quentin Tarant'
More leather fits and gold chains than Rakim and Eric B
Told the squad, "I'm tryna kill 'em, I 'on't wanna let these niggas breathe"
I make paper in my sleep, but I 'on't never go to sleep
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Writer: Carlton McDowell Jr., Herbert Randall Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Blitz


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Feelin' like a champ (skeet)
Hunnid on the E-Way, comin' off the ramp (skrrt)
Took a G6 today, got a nigga amped
Glock .40 on my waist, leave ya shirt damp
Phone bustin', finna slide on a lil' tramp (hello?)
Birkin is an expensive luxury purse
She want a new Birkin and a passport stamp
I walk in the mall, every town, tear it down
Kickin' real shit, Jean-Claude Van Damme
In any room, I'm one of the realest richest niggas around
Been street, I still a kill a nigga right now
Hit his block foe'nem blow that bitch right down
Aquafina on the Rollie, turn the lights down
I got Fiji on the Rollie
I be icy like a goalie (yeah, yeah)
G Herbo, you niggas know me
Turnt since a shorty (Swerv)
Never let a nigga ho me (never)
Switches ready, hoppin' out the Lamb' truck four deep
Nigga tweak, it's up, they try and hit shit for me, before me
Run the scoreboard up, we don't get get back, we ain't with that (nah)
Blitzin' with his fire, he can't even hit back, watch his shit splat
Squeeze until it click-clack, f*ck the talkin', we don't chit-chat (blaow)
Bring it to your front door like it's gift wrap (yeah)
F*ckin' with my bro, we caught a dime at the kickback (ayy)
Rah
Although I'm a real star, I keep an iron in the car
He was talkin' online, caught him blind, he a 'Za
Really, I'm a superstar, and my car supercharged
Why them crackers f*ckin' with me?
I don't know how to do no fraud
Gangsters in my front yard
Chopper look like two guitars
This line references the rapper saying that he is not afraid of anyone.
I just hit a new Minaj
F*ckin' with my cougar broad (ayy)
Every day I'm thankful, I been livin' like a hooper god (on God)
Better not try to take it, 'cause this shit ain't no walk in the park (never)
This line refers to the size of his car and the size of his success.
Ten milli' like a hookah bitch in L.A., yeah, my shit a spark
This line is a reference to the dangers and struggles G Herbo faced in his past and his resilience to overcome them.
I am not afraid of the dark, I been head-hard
Take off on the troopers or the Sarge, leave him where we start (damn)
This line directly refers to G Herbo's past struggles and hardships.
Thinkin' about my past, hell yeah, nigga had it hard
Now I'm havin' cash, I ain't tryna swipe no f*ckin' card (nope)
This is a threat against G Herbo's adversaries, suggesting that he will take action against them if they get in his way.
Catch an opp and get right on his ass, leave his shit in park
Grrah, pussy
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Feelin' like a champ (skeet)
Hunnid on the E-Way, comin' off the ramp (skrrt)
Took a G6 today, got a nigga amped
Glock .40 on my waist, leave ya shirt damp
Phone bustin', finna slide on a lil' tramp (hello?)
She want a new Birkin and a passport stamp
I walk in the mall, every town, tear it down
Kickin' real shit, Jean-Claude Van Damme
In any room, I'm one of the realest richest niggas around
Been street, I still a kill a nigga right now
Hit his block foe'nem blow that bitch right down
Aquafina on the Rollie, turn the lights down
I got Fiji on the Rollie
I be icy like a goalie (yeah, yeah)
G Herbo, you niggas know me
Turnt since a shorty (Swerv)
Never let a nigga ho me (never)
Switches ready, hoppin' out the Lamb' truck four deep
Nigga tweak, it's up, they try and hit shit for me, before me
Run the scoreboard up, we don't get get back, we ain't with that (nah)
Blitzin' with his fire, he can't even hit back, watch his shit splat
Squeeze until it click-clack, f*ck the talkin', we don't chit-chat (blaow)
Bring it to your front door like it's gift wrap (yeah)
F*ckin' with my bro, we caught a dime at the kickback (ayy)
Rah
Although I'm a real star, I keep an iron in the car
He was talkin' online, caught him blind, he a 'Za
Really, I'm a superstar, and my car supercharged
Why them crackers f*ckin' with me?
I don't know how to do no fraud
Gangsters in my front yard
Chopper look like two guitars
I just hit a new Minaj
F*ckin' with my cougar broad (ayy)
Every day I'm thankful, I been livin' like a hooper god (on God)
Better not try to take it, 'cause this shit ain't no walk in the park (never)
Ten milli' like a hookah bitch in L.A., yeah, my shit a spark
I am not afraid of the dark, I been head-hard
Take off on the troopers or the Sarge, leave him where we start (damn)
Thinkin' about my past, hell yeah, nigga had it hard
Now I'm havin' cash, I ain't tryna swipe no f*ckin' card (nope)
Catch an opp and get right on his ass, leave his shit in park
Grrah, pussy
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This line is a reference to the dangers and struggles G Herbo faced in his past and his resilience to overcome them.
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This is a threat against G Herbo's adversaries, suggesting that he will take action against them if they get in his way.
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Radar


Yeah
Uh
Uh, uh
F*ck-niggas, better not get put on the radar
F*ck-niggas, they don't get put on my radar
F*ck-niggas, better not get put on my-
F*ck-niggas, better not-
Pull up, uh
You ever lived through a nightmare? (Huh)
Look death in a face, you might stare
Somebody tryna kill you right there (right there)
You can't depend on nothin' but Nike Airs (go)
Have you ever been through that in a bang-out
With your mans strapped and he didn't shoot back?
Ridin' through, the wheels go flat
Do you know what can happen in the 'Raq in the alley pissed black?
Glock 23 got a switch on the back (rrr)
7.62 bullets spit out the MAC
AR suppress with the catcher attached (shit a catch)
Empty that bitch out the Hellcat and snatch (skrrt)
G Herbo, I been actin' up on my ratchet
Lil' Blood do the dash on the dispatch (go)
I know a whole bunch of killers in traffic
Pull up on us, pussy, you met your match (huh)
Push to the right, it go brrt-brrt (brrt)
Push to the left, it go grrt-grrah (grrt-grrt)
I clear smoke in my section (facts)
I'm the one turned his ass to a pack
He tryin' diss on the 'net 'cause he rap
I'm tryin' get shit took off the map (what?)
Yeah, no homo just like a blowjob
I'm tryna leave nigga's head on his- (yeah, huh)
Leave nigga head on his lap
Button on the hair trigger, aim that bitch, tap (tap)
Bullet holes gave him a gap
Took some of his flesh off, he tryna adapt (yeah, pussy)
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the audience
Like I'm applaudin' some shit, I'll up it and clap
Go ask all of my partners, I bet you they vouch
You know all these niggas be bap (you know that)
Everybody savage, you better adapt
I don't see no niggas trap (no niggas)
My young nigga finally went up a hat
Tell me 'bout the drill, what happened?
Way before all of 'em YNs crashed
Me, I was crashin', crashin'
Smokin' us a opp, then put out the ash
Now I'm cashin', cashin'
Ridin' the Lamb' track actin' in the ass (uh)
Always rockin' some fashion
Might buy a Martin, for my G-son Ashton
'Cause life comin' at me fast
Cop a new coupe like I ain't had the last one
I know how to f*ck off a bag
White chandelier look like nothin' but glass on me (bling)
This summer I'm actin' bad (yeah)
Pinky a 100K, it cost a Jag' on me (Swerv)
In Chrome, don't look at the tag
In Louis, Celine, Bottega, this plaid on me (just plaid on me)
I'm teachin' you lil' niggas swag
These streets, you in or you out, so decide (what up?)
This shit ain't gon' come with no guide
It's rules when you play, niggas broke 'em and died (they died)
He gon' beef with the gang and go hide (uh)
F*ck your rank if it ain't bonafide (yeah)
It don't count if it ain't homicide (huh)
Four on the whip, up the score and divide it (huh)
If I'm with him, he quick to go slide (huh)
This .30 clip in my hand on my side (facts)
You get killed with that bitch on your side (get killed with that bitch on your side)
When I told 'em make cake in my sleep, they surprised
F*ck around, make a M on the sunrise (Swerv)
Phew
Nigga
They want sunrise
This shit like
It is what it is
It's like what it's like
And what it ain't like, it ain't gon' get like
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Yeah
Uh
Uh, uh
F*ck-niggas, better not get put on the radar
F*ck-niggas, they don't get put on my radar
F*ck-niggas, better not get put on my-
F*ck-niggas, better not-
Pull up, uh
You ever lived through a nightmare? (Huh)
Look death in a face, you might stare
Somebody tryna kill you right there (right there)
You can't depend on nothin' but Nike Airs (go)
Have you ever been through that in a bang-out
With your mans strapped and he didn't shoot back?
Ridin' through, the wheels go flat
Do you know what can happen in the 'Raq in the alley pissed black?
Glock 23 got a switch on the back (rrr)
7.62 bullets spit out the MAC
AR suppress with the catcher attached (shit a catch)
Empty that bitch out the Hellcat and snatch (skrrt)
G Herbo, I been actin' up on my ratchet
Lil' Blood do the dash on the dispatch (go)
I know a whole bunch of killers in traffic
Pull up on us, pussy, you met your match (huh)
Push to the right, it go brrt-brrt (brrt)
Push to the left, it go grrt-grrah (grrt-grrt)
I clear smoke in my section (facts)
I'm the one turned his ass to a pack
He tryin' diss on the 'net 'cause he rap
I'm tryin' get shit took off the map (what?)
Yeah, no homo just like a blowjob
I'm tryna leave nigga's head on his- (yeah, huh)
Leave nigga head on his lap
Button on the hair trigger, aim that bitch, tap (tap)
Bullet holes gave him a gap
Took some of his flesh off, he tryna adapt (yeah, pussy)
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the audience
Like I'm applaudin' some shit, I'll up it and clap
Go ask all of my partners, I bet you they vouch
You know all these niggas be bap (you know that)
Everybody savage, you better adapt
I don't see no niggas trap (no niggas)
My young nigga finally went up a hat
Tell me 'bout the drill, what happened?
Way before all of 'em YNs crashed
Me, I was crashin', crashin'
Smokin' us a opp, then put out the ash
Now I'm cashin', cashin'
Ridin' the Lamb' track actin' in the ass (uh)
Always rockin' some fashion
Might buy a Martin, for my G-son Ashton
'Cause life comin' at me fast
Cop a new coupe like I ain't had the last one
I know how to f*ck off a bag
White chandelier look like nothin' but glass on me (bling)
This summer I'm actin' bad (yeah)
Pinky a 100K, it cost a Jag' on me (Swerv)
In Chrome, don't look at the tag
In Louis, Celine, Bottega, this plaid on me (just plaid on me)
I'm teachin' you lil' niggas swag
These streets, you in or you out, so decide (what up?)
This shit ain't gon' come with no guide
It's rules when you play, niggas broke 'em and died (they died)
He gon' beef with the gang and go hide (uh)
F*ck your rank if it ain't bonafide (yeah)
It don't count if it ain't homicide (huh)
Four on the whip, up the score and divide it (huh)
If I'm with him, he quick to go slide (huh)
This .30 clip in my hand on my side (facts)
You get killed with that bitch on your side (get killed with that bitch on your side)
When I told 'em make cake in my sleep, they surprised
F*ck around, make a M on the sunrise (Swerv)
Phew
Nigga
They want sunrise
This shit like
It is what it is
It's like what it's like
And what it ain't like, it ain't gon' get like
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Where Would I Be?


Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh
Can't tell me I ain't one of the realest
I ain't one of the trillest, nigga
No bap
Still on that shit, man, I got brainfreeze
Uh
All ten toes, everybody equal
Know I'm sayin', we all move like gentlemen
Uh
Can't forget where I come from, remember vivid, gang (remember vivid)
Only got one life, so make the right decisions, gang
I was up late nights to be in this position, gang (you know that)
Don't give up when shit get tough, complete the mission, gang
Suited up, we left they block like the militia came (grrah)
Still a hop out with my Glock, you know I'm pistol, gang (uh)
Gotta look at my lil' brother in a picture frame (damn)
Shit almost drove me insane, damn, I miss you, gang (I miss you, nigga)
I was young, earned all my stripes, I been official, gang (I been official)
Been a real nigga all my life, ain't no dirt on my name (no bap, at all)
They can't wait to stab your back, no matter how far you came (no matter how far you came)
Family first, free Smurk, that's how he got detained (how he got detained)
Shit hurt 'cause I had love for bro before the fame
When you get rich and beat the streets, you gotta know your lane (gotta know your lane)
My pops died, I spoke to Meek, he said, "I feel your pain" (feel my pain)
Sizzle always close to me 'cause I know he won't change (won't ever change)
Max died, I really cried tears in the rain (cried)
Cap died, it's been like nine years, still the same
I been geeked up, every day, I barely feel a thing (barely feel shit)
Need a vacation, too much trauma in my brain
Sometimes I can't face it, always go through different phases (phase)
I told her, "Stay patient, havin' problems with my main bitch" (ayy)
Even though I hate waitin', if I want it, I'ma take the shit (take)
When you married to the game, it f*ck up relationships
Can't be married to the streets, that's a real unfaithful bitch
Plus, I grew up over east, inside the belly of the beast
Anytime we had beef, I was lacin' up my cleats (go)
Before the world knew him as a Drench, it was just me and Maurice (drench)
Vamp, we up, no sleep (no sleep)
Ain't tryna make no peace (uh)
Slidin' on shit all week (all week)
I'm tryna swap my vehicle (uh-huh)
Pink slip, not no lease
Ain't tryna catch no B, is you? (No)
You ain't tryna ride with me, is you? (ayy)
Wanna send threats to me? (Huh)
Yeah, I can't wait to see (come on)
If it's been ten casualties, we up seven to three (seven to three)
I'm No Limit, like Master P (No Limit)
Without rap, where would I be? (Where would I be?)
Shootin straps', where would I be? (Where would I be?)
In the trap, where would I be? (Where would I be?)
Right now, I'm in them Cali streets
Since a young nigga I been havin' cheese
House big like I'm in the NBA
Athletes by me down the street (ayy, ayy)
Dead broke, I was just on the 8 (ayy)
Fled on a high speed on the jakes
Need to get a vaccine 'cause I'm sick
.40 Glock leave blood on your face
Whenever I leave home, got my blick (I got it)
I let this bitch off on a date (any day)
Bitches wanna date me 'cause I'm lit (I'm lit)
Most of my hoes be a different race (yeah)
F*ck these bitches, I'm from the trenches (trenches)
Dissed me when I was last place
Now a nigga blessed, I made a way (yeah)
I don't really ever have a bad day
I'm still bringin' in cash plays
I came up on Section 8 (you know that)
He was lakeside, got his ass blazed
We ran everything past Yates
Two parent home, one-half raised (no bap)
But I had real killers show me the way (no bap)
I had real niggas show me the way (no bap)
Some of them niggas still owe me today (no bap, no bap, no bap)
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Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh
Can't tell me I ain't one of the realest
I ain't one of the trillest, nigga
No bap
Still on that shit, man, I got brainfreeze
Uh
All ten toes, everybody equal
Know I'm sayin', we all move like gentlemen
Uh
Can't forget where I come from, remember vivid, gang (remember vivid)
Only got one life, so make the right decisions, gang
I was up late nights to be in this position, gang (you know that)
Don't give up when shit get tough, complete the mission, gang
Suited up, we left they block like the militia came (grrah)
Still a hop out with my Glock, you know I'm pistol, gang (uh)
Gotta look at my lil' brother in a picture frame (damn)
Shit almost drove me insane, damn, I miss you, gang (I miss you, nigga)
I was young, earned all my stripes, I been official, gang (I been official)
Been a real nigga all my life, ain't no dirt on my name (no bap, at all)
They can't wait to stab your back, no matter how far you came (no matter how far you came)
Family first, free Smurk, that's how he got detained (how he got detained)
Shit hurt 'cause I had love for bro before the fame
When you get rich and beat the streets, you gotta know your lane (gotta know your lane)
My pops died, I spoke to Meek, he said, "I feel your pain" (feel my pain)
Sizzle always close to me 'cause I know he won't change (won't ever change)
Max died, I really cried tears in the rain (cried)
Cap died, it's been like nine years, still the same
I been geeked up, every day, I barely feel a thing (barely feel shit)
Need a vacation, too much trauma in my brain
Sometimes I can't face it, always go through different phases (phase)
I told her, "Stay patient, havin' problems with my main bitch" (ayy)
Even though I hate waitin', if I want it, I'ma take the shit (take)
When you married to the game, it f*ck up relationships
Can't be married to the streets, that's a real unfaithful bitch
Plus, I grew up over east, inside the belly of the beast
Anytime we had beef, I was lacin' up my cleats (go)
Before the world knew him as a Drench, it was just me and Maurice (drench)
Vamp, we up, no sleep (no sleep)
Ain't tryna make no peace (uh)
Slidin' on shit all week (all week)
I'm tryna swap my vehicle (uh-huh)
Pink slip, not no lease
Ain't tryna catch no B, is you? (No)
You ain't tryna ride with me, is you? (ayy)
Wanna send threats to me? (Huh)
Yeah, I can't wait to see (come on)
If it's been ten casualties, we up seven to three (seven to three)
I'm No Limit, like Master P (No Limit)
Without rap, where would I be? (Where would I be?)
Shootin straps', where would I be? (Where would I be?)
In the trap, where would I be? (Where would I be?)
Right now, I'm in them Cali streets
Since a young nigga I been havin' cheese
House big like I'm in the NBA
Athletes by me down the street (ayy, ayy)
Dead broke, I was just on the 8 (ayy)
Fled on a high speed on the jakes
Need to get a vaccine 'cause I'm sick
.40 Glock leave blood on your face
Whenever I leave home, got my blick (I got it)
I let this bitch off on a date (any day)
Bitches wanna date me 'cause I'm lit (I'm lit)
Most of my hoes be a different race (yeah)
F*ck these bitches, I'm from the trenches (trenches)
Dissed me when I was last place
Now a nigga blessed, I made a way (yeah)
I don't really ever have a bad day
I'm still bringin' in cash plays
I came up on Section 8 (you know that)
He was lakeside, got his ass blazed
We ran everything past Yates
Two parent home, one-half raised (no bap)
But I had real killers show me the way (no bap)
I had real niggas show me the way (no bap)
Some of them niggas still owe me today (no bap, no bap, no bap)
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Win Again


Big Oz, on the keyboard and shit
Uh
Ayy (I want some more Juice)
F*ckin' with them Percs, I pray the Lord don't take my soul (on God)
Every time I go through shit, I get right back in that mode (hard)
I faced all my problems head up, you know I'm a soldier (you know I'm a soldier)
Like f*ck it, gotta run my bread up, I'm back on the road (uh)
If I touch a mic ten times, nigga, that's the M on shows (M on shows)
Every day I'm poppin' out fly, I spend a M on clothes (I spend it on clothes)
Even though I'm spiralin' out my mind, I ain't spendin' shit on a ho (ain't spendin' shit on a ho)
Heard niggas talk down on Herbo like I ain't did shit for the bros (what?)
Like I ain't spend a M on the bros (huh?)
Like I ain't put on for the block (huh?)
Could've bought another watch, but I spent it on bowls (uh)
Like I ain't make it happen when a nigga got shot, got in traffic tryna even the score
Like I ain't hit nigga's OGs when they was in need, don't nobody know (you know that)
Like Sleeze won't let me jump in with a Glock in a ski 'cause he know I'll blow (he know I'll blow)
Like Wop won't hit my line when the bricks outside 'cause he know where I'll go (he already know)
Like Drench wasn't witnessin' his big cuz goin' on missions, he know I ain't fold (I ain't never fold)
Like Dank ain't run up a milli' from practicin' all the shit that I showed him
Like Big Opp ain't go from savage to rapper from listenin' to what I told him
I'm still stickin' to the code, tryin' to get a win (no bap)
I'm comin' right back off a win, tryin' to win again (tryin' to win again)
I need mercy on my soul 'cause I live in sin (live in sin)
I had real friends switch on me for dividends (damn)
I'm still stickin' to the code, tryin' to get a win (uh-huh, get a win)
I'm comin' right back off a win, tryin' to win again (win again, let's go)
I need mercy on my soul 'cause I live in sin (live in sin, uh)
I had real friends switch on me for dividends (f*ck)
I'm grateful for my fans, I started rappin' in 2010
Got turnt, I went up ten, I'm tryin' to run up ten again (yeah)
I grew up gangsta, wanna be a businessman like 50 Cent
Got labels askin' about my masters 'cause I got fifty percent
Right now I'm ventin', I'm sayin' some shit I thought I'd never admit (I'd never admit)
Made my first M, got down to my last 10K, I'll never forget (I'll never forget)
Judge had me stuck in the Raq, I was post-traumatic, got caught with a blick (caught with a blick)
Me and Oz put in them hours, I dropped my album and went up six
Seen the Reaper was runnin' with killers on hits, didn't repeat, I ain't repent (I ain't repent)
I was built for this, took a loss, my problems got knee deep, but I ain't quit (I ain't quit)
And my heart too big, let niggas take advantage of me, try and make us legit (try and make us legit)
I kicked it, but I'm in so much pain, I relapse back on the kick (back on the kick)
Damn
I'm still stickin' to the code, tryin' to get a win (yeah)
I'm comin' right back off a win, tryin' to win again (yeah, yeah)
I need mercy on my soul 'cause I live in sin
I had real friends switch on me for dividends (for dividends)
I'm still stickin' to the code, tryin' to get a win (uh)
I'm comin' right back off a win, tryin' to win again (G Herbo)
I need mercy on my soul 'cause I live in sin (live in sin)
I had real friends switch on me for dividends (switch on me for dividends)
No bap
For the love of money, the love of money
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Big Oz, on the keyboard and shit
Uh
Ayy (I want some more Juice)
F*ckin' with them Percs, I pray the Lord don't take my soul (on God)
Every time I go through shit, I get right back in that mode (hard)
I faced all my problems head up, you know I'm a soldier (you know I'm a soldier)
Like f*ck it, gotta run my bread up, I'm back on the road (uh)
If I touch a mic ten times, nigga, that's the M on shows (M on shows)
Every day I'm poppin' out fly, I spend a M on clothes (I spend it on clothes)
Even though I'm spiralin' out my mind, I ain't spendin' shit on a ho (ain't spendin' shit on a ho)
Heard niggas talk down on Herbo like I ain't did shit for the bros (what?)
Like I ain't spend a M on the bros (huh?)
Like I ain't put on for the block (huh?)
Could've bought another watch, but I spent it on bowls (uh)
Like I ain't make it happen when a nigga got shot, got in traffic tryna even the score
Like I ain't hit nigga's OGs when they was in need, don't nobody know (you know that)
Like Sleeze won't let me jump in with a Glock in a ski 'cause he know I'll blow (he know I'll blow)
Like Wop won't hit my line when the bricks outside 'cause he know where I'll go (he already know)
Like Drench wasn't witnessin' his big cuz goin' on missions, he know I ain't fold (I ain't never fold)
Like Dank ain't run up a milli' from practicin' all the shit that I showed him
Like Big Opp ain't go from savage to rapper from listenin' to what I told him
I'm still stickin' to the code, tryin' to get a win (no bap)
I'm comin' right back off a win, tryin' to win again (tryin' to win again)
I need mercy on my soul 'cause I live in sin (live in sin)
I had real friends switch on me for dividends (damn)
I'm still stickin' to the code, tryin' to get a win (uh-huh, get a win)
I'm comin' right back off a win, tryin' to win again (win again, let's go)
I need mercy on my soul 'cause I live in sin (live in sin, uh)
I had real friends switch on me for dividends (f*ck)
I'm grateful for my fans, I started rappin' in 2010
Got turnt, I went up ten, I'm tryin' to run up ten again (yeah)
I grew up gangsta, wanna be a businessman like 50 Cent
Got labels askin' about my masters 'cause I got fifty percent
Right now I'm ventin', I'm sayin' some shit I thought I'd never admit (I'd never admit)
Made my first M, got down to my last 10K, I'll never forget (I'll never forget)
Judge had me stuck in the Raq, I was post-traumatic, got caught with a blick (caught with a blick)
Me and Oz put in them hours, I dropped my album and went up six
Seen the Reaper was runnin' with killers on hits, didn't repeat, I ain't repent (I ain't repent)
I was built for this, took a loss, my problems got knee deep, but I ain't quit (I ain't quit)
And my heart too big, let niggas take advantage of me, try and make us legit (try and make us legit)
I kicked it, but I'm in so much pain, I relapse back on the kick (back on the kick)
Damn
I'm still stickin' to the code, tryin' to get a win (yeah)
I'm comin' right back off a win, tryin' to win again (yeah, yeah)
I need mercy on my soul 'cause I live in sin
I had real friends switch on me for dividends (for dividends)
I'm still stickin' to the code, tryin' to get a win (uh)
I'm comin' right back off a win, tryin' to win again (G Herbo)
I need mercy on my soul 'cause I live in sin (live in sin)
I had real friends switch on me for dividends (switch on me for dividends)
No bap
For the love of money, the love of money
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1 Chance


(You get one chance in this-) Uh
Big G Herbo, Lil Herb (you got one chance in this shit, yeah)
I beat all this shit, but I still carry it with me, for real, man (only one chance)
What you know 'bout sleep paralysis?
Wakin' up out your sleep back-to-back 'cause you havin' nightmares (you get one shot, don't miss)
Had 'bout four of 'em today (you get one shot, don't miss)
Couldn't even go to sleep for a hour straight (I don't give a f*ck what they said to you)
That's no bap, I ain't lyin' to you
(C-Sick)
I ain't runnin' from this shit, I ain't tuckin' my tail
I ain't duckin' from no opps, only duckin' a cell
I swear to God, I was twelve, started throwin' up L's (L)
By the time I'm fourteen, one of my brothers got killed (damn)
Like what else for me to do but get the f*ck in the field? (Let's get it)
Couldn't make my mama cry, I started clutchin' the steel
He got a dub, I was just a teen, f*ckin' with Gill
Already did fifteen, he like f*ck his appeal
What you know 'bout old guns jammin' up on the drill? (What you know 'bout it?)
What you know 'bout using bleach
'Cause you got blood in your nails? (What you know 'bout it? For real)
What you know 'bout gettin' shot at thirty times and live (what you know 'bout it?)
What you know 'bout comin' back
'Cause you got somethin' to sell? (What you know 'bout it? Let's get it)
What you know 'bout takin' risks? You got a kite in the mail (what you know 'bout it?)
What you know 'bout prayin' to God? Still might go to hell (what you know 'bout it? Damn)
What you know 'bout anything? (Nigga)
What you know 'bout dope lines? Gotta serve twenty fiends (what you know?)
What you know about seein' real vivid shit, but it's a dream? (What you know?)
Just to get rich, I had to shine a penny clean (uh, yeah)
Every day on hits, we made movies, many scenes (many)
Really had knowledge, could've been plenty things
Could've been a lawyer, or a doctor, or a scholar
Ended up in Robin jeans, poppin' up my collar
Ended up on 79th and Essex, chasin' dollars (uh)
Ended up disappointin' my mother and my father (for real)
Then I chose rap, after that, started makin' commas
For real, 2025, nigga worth thirty mil'
I know how it happened though
I had love for my brothers, couldn't hop in traffic though
All summer long, we was lettin' automatics go
Had to force my real dogs to take other avenues (uh)
It ain't 'bout this, we gettin' money out of music
F*ck gang shit, got a brain, gotta use it (use it)
And you can't lose it (can't lose)
You get one chance in it (one chance in it)
You got one chance in this shit (you got one chance in this shit)
Only one chance (only one chance)
Can't be with the devil dancin' and shit (nah)
You got one life, one niche (one niche)
You got one shot, don't miss (don't miss)
I don't give a f*ck what they said to you (what they said to you)
Ain't no second chance in this shit
Had to make a way 'cause I'll be damned a statistic (nah)
Franchise player from the stands and the benches
Giant heart, that's me, f*ck feet and inches
Out here chasin' riches, give a f*ck 'bout bitches (f*ck 'em)
Niggas out here trippin', free Lance in this shit
Put the fam first 'cause ain't no friends in this shit (no)
Trauma in my heart, I'm still payin' for this shit (yeah)
I done really lost my real mans to this shit (no bap)
I already lost my lil' brother to this shit (no bap)
Every time I'm talkin' to my grams, it get wicked
PTSD, I gotta drink just to kick it
Prayin' I don't crash 'cause the Lamb' worth a ticket (skrrt)
So much bloodshed, probably nothin' that could fix it
F*ck it, then I'm ridin' 'til I'm dyin', ain't no mixin'
If we go to war, up the score, we keep blitzin'
President, I ended 74 like I'm Nixon (f*ck Black Mob)
You get it?
You get one chance in it (one chance in it)
You got one chance in this shit (you got one chance in this shit)
Only one chance (only one chance)
Can't be with the devil dancin' and shit (nah)
You got one life, one niche (one niche)
You got one shot, don't miss (don't miss)
I don't give a f*ck what they said to you (what they said to you)
Ain't no second chance in this shit
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(You get one chance in this-) Uh
Big G Herbo, Lil Herb (you got one chance in this shit, yeah)
I beat all this shit, but I still carry it with me, for real, man (only one chance)
What you know 'bout sleep paralysis?
Wakin' up out your sleep back-to-back 'cause you havin' nightmares (you get one shot, don't miss)
Had 'bout four of 'em today (you get one shot, don't miss)
Couldn't even go to sleep for a hour straight (I don't give a f*ck what they said to you)
That's no bap, I ain't lyin' to you
(C-Sick)
I ain't runnin' from this shit, I ain't tuckin' my tail
I ain't duckin' from no opps, only duckin' a cell
I swear to God, I was twelve, started throwin' up L's (L)
By the time I'm fourteen, one of my brothers got killed (damn)
Like what else for me to do but get the f*ck in the field? (Let's get it)
Couldn't make my mama cry, I started clutchin' the steel
He got a dub, I was just a teen, f*ckin' with Gill
Already did fifteen, he like f*ck his appeal
What you know 'bout old guns jammin' up on the drill? (What you know 'bout it?)
What you know 'bout using bleach
'Cause you got blood in your nails? (What you know 'bout it? For real)
What you know 'bout gettin' shot at thirty times and live (what you know 'bout it?)
What you know 'bout comin' back
'Cause you got somethin' to sell? (What you know 'bout it? Let's get it)
What you know 'bout takin' risks? You got a kite in the mail (what you know 'bout it?)
What you know 'bout prayin' to God? Still might go to hell (what you know 'bout it? Damn)
What you know 'bout anything? (Nigga)
What you know 'bout dope lines? Gotta serve twenty fiends (what you know?)
What you know about seein' real vivid shit, but it's a dream? (What you know?)
Just to get rich, I had to shine a penny clean (uh, yeah)
Every day on hits, we made movies, many scenes (many)
Really had knowledge, could've been plenty things
Could've been a lawyer, or a doctor, or a scholar
Ended up in Robin jeans, poppin' up my collar
Ended up on 79th and Essex, chasin' dollars (uh)
Ended up disappointin' my mother and my father (for real)
Then I chose rap, after that, started makin' commas
For real, 2025, nigga worth thirty mil'
I know how it happened though
I had love for my brothers, couldn't hop in traffic though
All summer long, we was lettin' automatics go
Had to force my real dogs to take other avenues (uh)
It ain't 'bout this, we gettin' money out of music
F*ck gang shit, got a brain, gotta use it (use it)
And you can't lose it (can't lose)
You get one chance in it (one chance in it)
You got one chance in this shit (you got one chance in this shit)
Only one chance (only one chance)
Can't be with the devil dancin' and shit (nah)
You got one life, one niche (one niche)
You got one shot, don't miss (don't miss)
I don't give a f*ck what they said to you (what they said to you)
Ain't no second chance in this shit
Had to make a way 'cause I'll be damned a statistic (nah)
Franchise player from the stands and the benches
Giant heart, that's me, f*ck feet and inches
Out here chasin' riches, give a f*ck 'bout bitches (f*ck 'em)
Niggas out here trippin', free Lance in this shit
Put the fam first 'cause ain't no friends in this shit (no)
Trauma in my heart, I'm still payin' for this shit (yeah)
I done really lost my real mans to this shit (no bap)
I already lost my lil' brother to this shit (no bap)
Every time I'm talkin' to my grams, it get wicked
PTSD, I gotta drink just to kick it
Prayin' I don't crash 'cause the Lamb' worth a ticket (skrrt)
So much bloodshed, probably nothin' that could fix it
F*ck it, then I'm ridin' 'til I'm dyin', ain't no mixin'
If we go to war, up the score, we keep blitzin'
President, I ended 74 like I'm Nixon (f*ck Black Mob)
You get it?
You get one chance in it (one chance in it)
You got one chance in this shit (you got one chance in this shit)
Only one chance (only one chance)
Can't be with the devil dancin' and shit (nah)
You got one life, one niche (one niche)
You got one shot, don't miss (don't miss)
I don't give a f*ck what they said to you (what they said to you)
Ain't no second chance in this shit
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Emergency


[ Featuring Wyclef Jean, Turbo The Great ]

Uh
I come from where this shit get real ugly, it's dangerous
If your mama tell you not to talk to strangers, she probably mean that
No bullshit
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
(Run that back, Turbo)
We ain't never call the cops, we was callin' opps on FaceTime
Like, "What up? Let's link up, let's shoot it up," ain't waste time
Feel like that was a great time, 'cause all my niggas was alive
How the f*ck all my niggas died? We was the ones that used to slide
In my raps, ain't never lied, hop in the rides, fah-fah-fah
Then we stand right back outside
In my hood, to get some rank, you gotta complete a checklist
Where the kids get neglected and they mamas disrespected
That just make them grow up reckless
This shit real hectic, they'll strip your ass naked
They don't wanna work like Swerv, they just want what's on my neck
They don't ever check in with me, they just want that check
This shit better not get intense, drench, hit his ass with that Kriss Vecc
All you niggas act like 9-1-1, talkin' 'bout this and that
Always talkin' 'bout this and that, always talkin' 'bout this and that
Can everybody just hop off my dick? I'm havin' enough sex (please)
If you ever slept on me, I'm up now, I ain't gettin' no rest, now they need me
Someone please call 9-1-1
Tell them I just been shot down
And a bullet hit my heart
And it's piercin' through my soul
The windy city gettin' cold, so cold, so cold (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody lookin' up to crooks in the slums
Way before they give your ass a book, you get a gun (huh?)
Everybody sayin' they your bros, is not one
The young ladies lookin' up to hoes, not nuns
Ain't nobody gon' give you nothin' for free, not shit
'Cause ain't nobody gave nothin' to me, not shit (not shit)
If you in the streets, better not freeze on the hit
Somebody call 9-1-1, his tee got hit
Started with a hundred dollars, made a G and got rich
Gotta watch them broken promises, some shit you can't fix
Always look like a lick, 'cause I ain't never call it quits
Long live John Madden, you still'll get your ass blitzed (Swerv)
Someone please call 9-1-1
Tell them I just been shot down
And a bullet hit my heart
And it's piercin' through my soul
The windy city gettin' cold, so cold
I'm in the rain with Mary Jane callin' 9-1-1
I'm puffin' on that Mary Jane, tryna stay calm
Told my cousin, breathe easy, help's on the way
Reminiscin' at the repass while the DJ plays
Croix-des-Bouquets, where they drill like the military
And all my young dogs in the pet cemetery
And if my Zoe say, "Now Epita," I'll see you later
They curl the block and spray it up like a activator
This is the rude boy saga (yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna be di top shotta (yeah)
Now the church choir sendin' you to yonder
Gone too soon, fallin' soldier
Someone please call 9-1-1
Tell them I just been shot down
And a bullet hit my heart
And it's piercin' through my soul
The windy city gettin' cold, so cold, so cold
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Uh
I come from where this shit get real ugly, it's dangerous
If your mama tell you not to talk to strangers, she probably mean that
No bullshit
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
(Run that back, Turbo)
We ain't never call the cops, we was callin' opps on FaceTime
Like, "What up? Let's link up, let's shoot it up," ain't waste time
Feel like that was a great time, 'cause all my niggas was alive
How the f*ck all my niggas died? We was the ones that used to slide
In my raps, ain't never lied, hop in the rides, fah-fah-fah
Then we stand right back outside
In my hood, to get some rank, you gotta complete a checklist
Where the kids get neglected and they mamas disrespected
That just make them grow up reckless
This shit real hectic, they'll strip your ass naked
They don't wanna work like Swerv, they just want what's on my neck
They don't ever check in with me, they just want that check
This shit better not get intense, drench, hit his ass with that Kriss Vecc
All you niggas act like 9-1-1, talkin' 'bout this and that
Always talkin' 'bout this and that, always talkin' 'bout this and that
Can everybody just hop off my dick? I'm havin' enough sex (please)
If you ever slept on me, I'm up now, I ain't gettin' no rest, now they need me
Someone please call 9-1-1
Tell them I just been shot down
And a bullet hit my heart
And it's piercin' through my soul
The windy city gettin' cold, so cold, so cold (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody lookin' up to crooks in the slums
Way before they give your ass a book, you get a gun (huh?)
Everybody sayin' they your bros, is not one
The young ladies lookin' up to hoes, not nuns
Ain't nobody gon' give you nothin' for free, not shit
'Cause ain't nobody gave nothin' to me, not shit (not shit)
If you in the streets, better not freeze on the hit
Somebody call 9-1-1, his tee got hit
Started with a hundred dollars, made a G and got rich
Gotta watch them broken promises, some shit you can't fix
Always look like a lick, 'cause I ain't never call it quits
Long live John Madden, you still'll get your ass blitzed (Swerv)
Someone please call 9-1-1
Tell them I just been shot down
And a bullet hit my heart
And it's piercin' through my soul
The windy city gettin' cold, so cold
I'm in the rain with Mary Jane callin' 9-1-1
I'm puffin' on that Mary Jane, tryna stay calm
Told my cousin, breathe easy, help's on the way
Reminiscin' at the repass while the DJ plays
Croix-des-Bouquets, where they drill like the military
And all my young dogs in the pet cemetery
And if my Zoe say, "Now Epita," I'll see you later
They curl the block and spray it up like a activator
This is the rude boy saga (yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna be di top shotta (yeah)
Now the church choir sendin' you to yonder
Gone too soon, fallin' soldier
Someone please call 9-1-1
Tell them I just been shot down
And a bullet hit my heart
And it's piercin' through my soul
The windy city gettin' cold, so cold, so cold
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Fallen Soldiers


(Cannon, Cannon went crazy)
Uh
Since Juice WRLD died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left, uh
Since Pop Smoke died, nigga, we ain't got nothin' left
Since King Von died, nigga, we ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers
Vito, Kobe, Cap, and Roc
Died on my block, so the war'll never stop
I was still a teen, but I already seen a lot
Told me I'd be stuck in my hood 'til I rot
Knew I'd reach my dreams, cops told me I would not
Spit my first rap and Rell told me I should drop
Dead broke, no way I'm makin' bail if I got caught
But I ain't give a f*ck, I still let my window down and shot
I was goin' through a lot, we out here spinnin' for my partners
Loyal to my hood, but I kept hurtin' my mama
Had to go on missions, but I really wanted commas
And it didn't mean shit after we did it, if I'm honest
Blood made us vicious, I was swimmin' with piranhas
Murder after murder, now this bitch feel like a sauna
Opps played Osama 'til we caught 'em like Obama
Couldn't show emotion, now I'm holdin' on to trauma, f*ck
Made it out the trenches, now I live in Cali tucked
Bulletproofed the truck, so I don't even gotta duck
Lost my brother, felt like I was runnin' out of luck
Paid for over twenty funerals, still ain't run out of bucks
Got my life, plus I'm millis up, that's a plus
Grip it tight, will I up and bust? That's a must
On site, if he got the flux, that was us
Pass Wop one off my waist to keep us safe 'cause I trust him
Since Baby D died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Big Wet died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Lil Greg died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers
I was really in this shit, standard clip in the stick
I can't be a hypocrite, I was first nigga in a whip
Swear to God, we ain't goin' to sleep 'til it's a homicide
We'll do this shit every day like it's Ramadan
Put it on my mama, I ain't never play out of bounds
If you cross the line, we'll make this bitch the Columbine
Lil' Herb been signin' on the dotted line
You would never catch me 'less you chasin' dollar signs
I done spent a hundred thousand a lot of times
All the Louis for my kids, but the Prada mine
Told them that I come from dark days, I ain't lyin'
Million dollars worth of J 'cause we gotta shine
Finger stayin' on the trigger 'cause I miss my nigga
Keep an extra thirty shots 'cause I should've been with him
Checkin' in my suite, I understand incidentals
Need collateral just in case 'cause I could've did him, uh
Goin' on a hit, you better not have no f*ckin' fear
If it go left, you better not cry no f*ckin' tear
Cops get behind us, you better not look in the rear, we gone
Killers ain't complainin' 'bout the trench, we strong
Soon as Lil' Herb go legit, we on
Finally got rich, but it took mad long
Where I'm from, everybody sing sad songs, for real
Since C-Mo died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Mad Max died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Big Squad died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers
Since Chico died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Baking Soda died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since White Folks died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers
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(Cannon, Cannon went crazy)
Uh
Since Juice WRLD died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left, uh
Since Pop Smoke died, nigga, we ain't got nothin' left
Since King Von died, nigga, we ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers
Vito, Kobe, Cap, and Roc
Died on my block, so the war'll never stop
I was still a teen, but I already seen a lot
Told me I'd be stuck in my hood 'til I rot
Knew I'd reach my dreams, cops told me I would not
Spit my first rap and Rell told me I should drop
Dead broke, no way I'm makin' bail if I got caught
But I ain't give a f*ck, I still let my window down and shot
I was goin' through a lot, we out here spinnin' for my partners
Loyal to my hood, but I kept hurtin' my mama
Had to go on missions, but I really wanted commas
And it didn't mean shit after we did it, if I'm honest
Blood made us vicious, I was swimmin' with piranhas
Murder after murder, now this bitch feel like a sauna
Opps played Osama 'til we caught 'em like Obama
Couldn't show emotion, now I'm holdin' on to trauma, f*ck
Made it out the trenches, now I live in Cali tucked
Bulletproofed the truck, so I don't even gotta duck
Lost my brother, felt like I was runnin' out of luck
Paid for over twenty funerals, still ain't run out of bucks
Got my life, plus I'm millis up, that's a plus
Grip it tight, will I up and bust? That's a must
On site, if he got the flux, that was us
Pass Wop one off my waist to keep us safe 'cause I trust him
Since Baby D died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Big Wet died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Lil Greg died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers
I was really in this shit, standard clip in the stick
I can't be a hypocrite, I was first nigga in a whip
Swear to God, we ain't goin' to sleep 'til it's a homicide
We'll do this shit every day like it's Ramadan
Put it on my mama, I ain't never play out of bounds
If you cross the line, we'll make this bitch the Columbine
Lil' Herb been signin' on the dotted line
You would never catch me 'less you chasin' dollar signs
I done spent a hundred thousand a lot of times
All the Louis for my kids, but the Prada mine
Told them that I come from dark days, I ain't lyin'
Million dollars worth of J 'cause we gotta shine
Finger stayin' on the trigger 'cause I miss my nigga
Keep an extra thirty shots 'cause I should've been with him
Checkin' in my suite, I understand incidentals
Need collateral just in case 'cause I could've did him, uh
Goin' on a hit, you better not have no f*ckin' fear
If it go left, you better not cry no f*ckin' tear
Cops get behind us, you better not look in the rear, we gone
Killers ain't complainin' 'bout the trench, we strong
Soon as Lil' Herb go legit, we on
Finally got rich, but it took mad long
Where I'm from, everybody sing sad songs, for real
Since C-Mo died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Mad Max died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Big Squad died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers
Since Chico died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Baking Soda died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since White Folks died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Give It All


I'll give it all
I'll give it all
I'll give it all
F*ck the money and the fame, I'll give it all
F*ck the money and the fame
Take me back, in 2005 when I ain't even rap
Ballin' in the alley, niggas pockets flat, but we was happy
And my hair was nappy, ridin' on the bus, ain't have no traffic
It was just me and you, shawty, now you gone, what I'm gon' do, shawty?
Used to pick up whenever you callin'
Pass the dub up, we had to sawdies
Tryna catch new hoes at a juke party
Bro, I wasn't there for you, I'm sorry
Now I'm off drugs way too often 'cause I seen you in a coffin
And I should've been there with you 'cause I knew I would've been tossin'
Can't never forget that day, I remember, that's the day I lost it
Whole gang gotta repent 'cause we been nailin' shit to crosses
F*ck, I almost made us bosses, I'm already bossed up
Gave your oldest a iced out 150 charm, I got him flossed up
Thinkin' back to high school, yeah, we had it hard, but we was sauced up
Livin' fast, you was the passenger and I was a Trackhawker
Had a whole lot of niggas mad at us, f*ck every bitch walkin'
I was blowin' my gun at fifteen, niggas ain't want beef, they just talkin'
Hit the road, doin' shows, we was sixteen
Had a ball when we went to Austin
Hoppin' from jet to jet, that's light though
F*ckin' off check to check like a psycho
Tell Spike Lee to write me a bio
We ran trains on hoes in Ohio
Shit in my brain that only God know
You told me stuff only I know
And you turnt your bros to my bros
Shoutout Santo, that's my Vato
When he adapted, became a savage, let his Glock go
That's on Roc though
Have you ever felt it?
Real pain make you turn selfish
Went insane 'cause you couldn't help it
Now your brain thinkin' 'bout the old days, shit'll never be the same
'Cause I lost my brother to the game, all I see is flames
Nothin' but fire burnin' in my eyes, standin' in the rain
I got tears runnin' down my face when I hear your name
I'll give it all, dog, f*ck the money and the fame
I'll give it all, dog, f*ck the money and the fame
I'll give it all, dog, f*ck the money and the fame
I'll give it all, f*ck the money and the fame
I'll give it all, f*ck the money and the fame
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I'll give it all
I'll give it all
I'll give it all
F*ck the money and the fame, I'll give it all
F*ck the money and the fame
Take me back, in 2005 when I ain't even rap
Ballin' in the alley, niggas pockets flat, but we was happy
And my hair was nappy, ridin' on the bus, ain't have no traffic
It was just me and you, shawty, now you gone, what I'm gon' do, shawty?
Used to pick up whenever you callin'
Pass the dub up, we had to sawdies
Tryna catch new hoes at a juke party
Bro, I wasn't there for you, I'm sorry
Now I'm off drugs way too often 'cause I seen you in a coffin
And I should've been there with you 'cause I knew I would've been tossin'
Can't never forget that day, I remember, that's the day I lost it
Whole gang gotta repent 'cause we been nailin' shit to crosses
F*ck, I almost made us bosses, I'm already bossed up
Gave your oldest a iced out 150 charm, I got him flossed up
Thinkin' back to high school, yeah, we had it hard, but we was sauced up
Livin' fast, you was the passenger and I was a Trackhawker
Had a whole lot of niggas mad at us, f*ck every bitch walkin'
I was blowin' my gun at fifteen, niggas ain't want beef, they just talkin'
Hit the road, doin' shows, we was sixteen
Had a ball when we went to Austin
Hoppin' from jet to jet, that's light though
F*ckin' off check to check like a psycho
Tell Spike Lee to write me a bio
We ran trains on hoes in Ohio
Shit in my brain that only God know
You told me stuff only I know
And you turnt your bros to my bros
Shoutout Santo, that's my Vato
When he adapted, became a savage, let his Glock go
That's on Roc though
Have you ever felt it?
Real pain make you turn selfish
Went insane 'cause you couldn't help it
Now your brain thinkin' 'bout the old days, shit'll never be the same
'Cause I lost my brother to the game, all I see is flames
Nothin' but fire burnin' in my eyes, standin' in the rain
I got tears runnin' down my face when I hear your name
I'll give it all, dog, f*ck the money and the fame
I'll give it all, dog, f*ck the money and the fame
I'll give it all, dog, f*ck the money and the fame
I'll give it all, f*ck the money and the fame
I'll give it all, f*ck the money and the fame
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Whatever U Want


[ Featuring Jeremih ]

Whatever, whatever
Whatever you want
Whatever, whatever
Whatever you want
(You're a wizard, Oz)
Tell me what you need, babe
What you want?
I'm with anything, babe
Let me know
'Cause I would do it all for you
Anything you want me to
Whatever you want, for you (for you, for you)
What is on your mind? Talk to me in private
Gotta have your mind right if you gon' be mine
All I want is your attention, I'm practicin' lines
Always gon' complete the mission, give me my assignment
And nobody saw the vision back when I was grindin'
All I needed was the riches, I ain't care for shinin'
When you question me 'bout bitches, thought that was behind us
Never givin' all my time, but I could buy you diamonds
Whatever you want, go and get it, I'm supplyin' it
Search it all you want, and I promise you gon' find it
Chanel bag, Birkin bag, Prada bag, foreign rides, paper tags
I just want some shit I never had
Tell me what you need, babe
What you want?
I'm with anything, babe
Let me know
'Cause I would do it all for you
Anything you want me to
Whatever you want, for you (for you, for you)
I was gettin' money as a kid, been on drugs since a kid
Needed love when I was a kid, I been a thug since a kid
Seen my brother in a casket, they put slugs in his head
Lotta shit that made me numb, I keep a gun and I ain't scared
Thinkin' back on what I done, ain't duckin' nothin' but the Feds
I was cryin' inside the ride before I walked up in the crib
I ain't tell you how I felt, I needed a hug but you was wiggin'
Probably should go seek some help, but who gon' take care of my business?
I be takin' from myself, before I make it, I'll give it
I ain't never hear a "Thank you," I regret I ever did it
Better not ever say I'm selfish, just for love, I'm spendin' millions
Want support, don't feel shit, but I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, you still get it
Tell me what you need, babe
What you want?
I'm with anything, babe
Let me know
'Cause I would do it all for you
Anything you want me to
Whatever you want, for you (for you, for you)
Whatever, whatever
Whatever you want
Whatever, whatever
Whatever you want
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English

Whatever, whatever
Whatever you want
Whatever, whatever
Whatever you want
(You're a wizard, Oz)
Tell me what you need, babe
What you want?
I'm with anything, babe
Let me know
'Cause I would do it all for you
Anything you want me to
Whatever you want, for you (for you, for you)
What is on your mind? Talk to me in private
Gotta have your mind right if you gon' be mine
All I want is your attention, I'm practicin' lines
Always gon' complete the mission, give me my assignment
And nobody saw the vision back when I was grindin'
All I needed was the riches, I ain't care for shinin'
When you question me 'bout bitches, thought that was behind us
Never givin' all my time, but I could buy you diamonds
Whatever you want, go and get it, I'm supplyin' it
Search it all you want, and I promise you gon' find it
Chanel bag, Birkin bag, Prada bag, foreign rides, paper tags
I just want some shit I never had
Tell me what you need, babe
What you want?
I'm with anything, babe
Let me know
'Cause I would do it all for you
Anything you want me to
Whatever you want, for you (for you, for you)
I was gettin' money as a kid, been on drugs since a kid
Needed love when I was a kid, I been a thug since a kid
Seen my brother in a casket, they put slugs in his head
Lotta shit that made me numb, I keep a gun and I ain't scared
Thinkin' back on what I done, ain't duckin' nothin' but the Feds
I was cryin' inside the ride before I walked up in the crib
I ain't tell you how I felt, I needed a hug but you was wiggin'
Probably should go seek some help, but who gon' take care of my business?
I be takin' from myself, before I make it, I'll give it
I ain't never hear a "Thank you," I regret I ever did it
Better not ever say I'm selfish, just for love, I'm spendin' millions
Want support, don't feel shit, but I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, you still get it
Tell me what you need, babe
What you want?
I'm with anything, babe
Let me know
'Cause I would do it all for you
Anything you want me to
Whatever you want, for you (for you, for you)
Whatever, whatever
Whatever you want
Whatever, whatever
Whatever you want
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III, Jeremy Felton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Thank Me


[ Featuring Anderson .Paak ]

Last but not least
I wanna thank me
Congratulations
(Go Grizz)
Thank you
Ayo, G, good lookin' out, I needed this
Thank yourself (yes, Lord)
Uh (come on)
Wake up in the morning, gotta pinch myself (yes)
I got foreigns in the driveway, I got love and good health (What else?)
And after all the drama (uh-huh), I gotta thank my mama (Mama)
Then after that (yeah), after that (yeah)
I gotta thank (yeah), gotta thank me (yeah)
Thank God I ain't go broke
Thank Herbo, givin' real niggas hope
Thankful my mama never been on dope
Had to wash up in the sink with soap
Standin' on the block, sellin' weed and coke
Now I'm pullin' up in a mink coat
Iced out watch and the links gold (watch out)
I ain't never gotta go back no more (no)
I ain't never, ever goin' back no more (no)
Wanna give up on your nine-to-five
Only thing bringin' you outside is hope (let's ride)
Workin' overtime and I'm seein' you tired (let's ride)
You gon' get everything you grindin' for (that's right)
Thank yourself at the finish line
This what it took to shine, look
Woah, oh
Look, look, look
Look yourself in the mirror
That's my dog, that's my nigga (that's my dog)
Woah, oh
Look, look, look
This ain't luck (no), f*ck you thought?
I done worked hard (yeah), gotta thank God (let's go)
Wake up in the morning, gotta pinch myself (I had to pinch myself)
I got foreigns in the driveway, I got love and good health (that's right)
And after all the drama (uh-huh), I gotta thank my mama (uh-huh)
Then after that (yeah), after that (yeah)
I gotta thank (yeah), gotta thank me (thank me)
Woah, oh (y'all niggas know what it is)
Yeah (come on)
I gotta thank (I gotta thank), gotta thank me (me)
Woah, oh (we been put the work in, bro, I had to do it)
I gotta thank, gotta thank me (wasn't nobody gonna do it, bro, yeah)
Thank God I ain't a flunky
"Thanks, Herbo," showed you niggas money (on God)
If you never met me, shit'd be ugly (on God)
I used to post up, hoodie and skully
You saw me if it was rain or sunny
Ran it up, they was thinkin' it's luck
Now you lil' niggas stuck in the hood, it ain't funny (you niggas is fiends)
I ain't never gotta go back no more
I ain't never, ever goin' back no more (nope)
Still strapped up everywhere I go (yup)
At least I ain't totin' in the Raq no more (nope)
Asked for help and they told you "no"?
Put in the work and now you a pro
Thank yourself at the finish line
You went and did it yourself this time, look (gotta thank me)
Woah, oh
Look, look, look (look out)
Look yourself in the mirror
That's my dog, that's my nigga (that's my nigga)
Woah, oh
Look, look, look (that's me)
This ain't luck (no), f*ck you thought?
I done worked hard (yeah), gotta thank God (yes, Lord, yes, Lord)
Wake up in the morning, gotta pinch myself (thanks)
I got foreigns in the driveway, I got love and good health (watch out)
And after all the drama (uh-huh), I gotta thank my mama (uh-huh)
Then after that (mama), after that (yeah)
I gotta thank (I gotta thank), gotta thank me (I gotta thank me)
Woah, oh (me, that's who)
Yeah
I gotta thank, gotta thank me (they gonna know my name)
Woah, oh (yeah, yeah, hey)
I gotta thank, gotta thank me
They gonna know my name
Gotta thank me
Who you think put it together?
Watch out
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Last but not least
I wanna thank me
Congratulations
(Go Grizz)
Thank you
Ayo, G, good lookin' out, I needed this
Thank yourself (yes, Lord)
Uh (come on)
Wake up in the morning, gotta pinch myself (yes)
I got foreigns in the driveway, I got love and good health (What else?)
And after all the drama (uh-huh), I gotta thank my mama (Mama)
Then after that (yeah), after that (yeah)
I gotta thank (yeah), gotta thank me (yeah)
Thank God I ain't go broke
Thank Herbo, givin' real niggas hope
Thankful my mama never been on dope
Had to wash up in the sink with soap
Standin' on the block, sellin' weed and coke
Now I'm pullin' up in a mink coat
Iced out watch and the links gold (watch out)
I ain't never gotta go back no more (no)
I ain't never, ever goin' back no more (no)
Wanna give up on your nine-to-five
Only thing bringin' you outside is hope (let's ride)
Workin' overtime and I'm seein' you tired (let's ride)
You gon' get everything you grindin' for (that's right)
Thank yourself at the finish line
This what it took to shine, look
Woah, oh
Look, look, look
Look yourself in the mirror
That's my dog, that's my nigga (that's my dog)
Woah, oh
Look, look, look
This ain't luck (no), f*ck you thought?
I done worked hard (yeah), gotta thank God (let's go)
Wake up in the morning, gotta pinch myself (I had to pinch myself)
I got foreigns in the driveway, I got love and good health (that's right)
And after all the drama (uh-huh), I gotta thank my mama (uh-huh)
Then after that (yeah), after that (yeah)
I gotta thank (yeah), gotta thank me (thank me)
Woah, oh (y'all niggas know what it is)
Yeah (come on)
I gotta thank (I gotta thank), gotta thank me (me)
Woah, oh (we been put the work in, bro, I had to do it)
I gotta thank, gotta thank me (wasn't nobody gonna do it, bro, yeah)
Thank God I ain't a flunky
"Thanks, Herbo," showed you niggas money (on God)
If you never met me, shit'd be ugly (on God)
I used to post up, hoodie and skully
You saw me if it was rain or sunny
Ran it up, they was thinkin' it's luck
Now you lil' niggas stuck in the hood, it ain't funny (you niggas is fiends)
I ain't never gotta go back no more
I ain't never, ever goin' back no more (nope)
Still strapped up everywhere I go (yup)
At least I ain't totin' in the Raq no more (nope)
Asked for help and they told you "no"?
Put in the work and now you a pro
Thank yourself at the finish line
You went and did it yourself this time, look (gotta thank me)
Woah, oh
Look, look, look (look out)
Look yourself in the mirror
That's my dog, that's my nigga (that's my nigga)
Woah, oh
Look, look, look (that's me)
This ain't luck (no), f*ck you thought?
I done worked hard (yeah), gotta thank God (yes, Lord, yes, Lord)
Wake up in the morning, gotta pinch myself (thanks)
I got foreigns in the driveway, I got love and good health (watch out)
And after all the drama (uh-huh), I gotta thank my mama (uh-huh)
Then after that (mama), after that (yeah)
I gotta thank (I gotta thank), gotta thank me (I gotta thank me)
Woah, oh (me, that's who)
Yeah
I gotta thank, gotta thank me (they gonna know my name)
Woah, oh (yeah, yeah, hey)
I gotta thank, gotta thank me
They gonna know my name
Gotta thank me
Who you think put it together?
Watch out
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Writer: Brandon Anderson, Gamal "Lunchmoney" Lewis, Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Colossal


(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
(Have you ever?)
Ever wish upon a star, that's if you see me
I might seem small from afar, when you get close, I'm so large
They say my bars hot like Venus and my flow cold like Mars
We in that field, better play it smart 'cause I'ma go for a hundred yards (go)
I been through it all before, that's all I know is stay on guard
And don't shit go down around here 'less I know 'cause I'm in charge (unless)
I'm on top of the business and the logistics that's why I'm goin' hard
If my friends ain't chasin' M's, then it's a chance we might grow apart
If I'm takin' risks again, you can, I did this for the squad (gang)
I was breakin' down back ends to spin the niggas ain't want a job
I ain't selfish if a shooter, cut to the rim, I'd throw a lob
Thought I was takin' care of the savages like all my favorite rappers did
When I signed the newest deal, my bro don't got a trap again
God knows I made it off my block, that mean I gotta win
My lil' niggas keep spinnin' and spinnin', I told 'em they ain't even gotta spin
And, yeah, I come from the struggle but I wanted money and I went and got that shit
Don't even want no advance, but show me a hundred, I'm comin' to snatch that bitch
Shit comin' in so quick, I started to glitch I can't even relax and shit
And I ain't givin' a f*ck, they want me to stack, I be goin' to Saks and shit
Nigga, I was dead broke runnin' around with Max, now I'm gettin' a max for shit
Long live Max, Murder Max, C-Money
Long live Kobe Cap, Rpc
Long live C-Mo, Vito, Chico, Pistol P, G-Fazo
Vonnie Slim, One Eye, White Folks
Baking Soda Breezy, B-Weezy, that's B-Y
Long live TY, Twino Grindin, Richie Rich, Playboy, Pump Up, Lil Gage
Can't forget Lil Boosie
Everybody out the Eastside, man, long live Alamo and Pisces
Long live Baby D
We lost a lot in these streets, man
I don't even think that's why I got PTSD though, I just can't go
You get the picture though, this shit get vicious
Everything I say to you I really seen
It is what it is, that's the game you play
Back to this rap shit though, this money shit
Everything we doin' colossal and massive
They tryin' plot on my downfall, I'm tryin' plot on my masters
F*ck all that, it's G Herbo, I'm never gonna fall
Stand on my pivot
No fear, no remorse, no pity
All focus, dedication, man, let's get it on
Swerv
Lil Herb
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(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
(Have you ever?)
Ever wish upon a star, that's if you see me
I might seem small from afar, when you get close, I'm so large
They say my bars hot like Venus and my flow cold like Mars
We in that field, better play it smart 'cause I'ma go for a hundred yards (go)
I been through it all before, that's all I know is stay on guard
And don't shit go down around here 'less I know 'cause I'm in charge (unless)
I'm on top of the business and the logistics that's why I'm goin' hard
If my friends ain't chasin' M's, then it's a chance we might grow apart
If I'm takin' risks again, you can, I did this for the squad (gang)
I was breakin' down back ends to spin the niggas ain't want a job
I ain't selfish if a shooter, cut to the rim, I'd throw a lob
Thought I was takin' care of the savages like all my favorite rappers did
When I signed the newest deal, my bro don't got a trap again
God knows I made it off my block, that mean I gotta win
My lil' niggas keep spinnin' and spinnin', I told 'em they ain't even gotta spin
And, yeah, I come from the struggle but I wanted money and I went and got that shit
Don't even want no advance, but show me a hundred, I'm comin' to snatch that bitch
Shit comin' in so quick, I started to glitch I can't even relax and shit
And I ain't givin' a f*ck, they want me to stack, I be goin' to Saks and shit
Nigga, I was dead broke runnin' around with Max, now I'm gettin' a max for shit
Long live Max, Murder Max, C-Money
Long live Kobe Cap, Rpc
Long live C-Mo, Vito, Chico, Pistol P, G-Fazo
Vonnie Slim, One Eye, White Folks
Baking Soda Breezy, B-Weezy, that's B-Y
Long live TY, Twino Grindin, Richie Rich, Playboy, Pump Up, Lil Gage
Can't forget Lil Boosie
Everybody out the Eastside, man, long live Alamo and Pisces
Long live Baby D
We lost a lot in these streets, man
I don't even think that's why I got PTSD though, I just can't go
You get the picture though, this shit get vicious
Everything I say to you I really seen
It is what it is, that's the game you play
Back to this rap shit though, this money shit
Everything we doin' colossal and massive
They tryin' plot on my downfall, I'm tryin' plot on my masters
F*ck all that, it's G Herbo, I'm never gonna fall
Stand on my pivot
No fear, no remorse, no pity
All focus, dedication, man, let's get it on
Swerv
Lil Herb
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Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Went Legit


Uh
Every day some new shit
Beefing with my bitch right now, but life's still lit
Ridin' down the strip, half a million dollar whip
Five M's for the kit, for ice like this
Everything I wanted to hit, I scratched them off the list
Ask about me, word around the town I'm a pimp
Ho won't get my heart, I'm puttin' you down, I'm not a simp
Big OG, I'm him
Park the 'Bach, the Lamb', and then go GLE, I'm trim
Catch a nigga and blam, Drench Gang, we ain't none like them
Only nigga you know that rap, come through the Raq, no tint
Hustler, got them racks back, remember my pockets was stacked with lint
All blue hunnids look like flapjacks, now it's a duffel in my knapsack
I don't bap, go check my track record, nigga shot us, we clapped back
At eighteen, I was a seven figure nigga after tax
I spent a ticket on both the bitches I wifed, and that was facts
On Twitter, don't believe the hype, I put my life on wax
I made a back end, blew that shit the same night at Saks
I wake up and go get that cake, I ain't the type to relax
Me, Dank, Rell, split a lick three ways to get a brick of crack
The Glock hit what's-his-name like a freight train, his brains was on the tracks
Don't play no games, mention my name, we caught him the same day on Max
Betta not listen to what them fans saying on them damn apps
I ain't snitchin' on my man's, nigga, f*ck a fed tap
Soon as we hop out that van, that's a f*ckin' head tap
And I'm GDK, EBK, MBG, NLMB krazy
Give me a switch and get like NCAA, nigga, I'll blitz
Nigga bitches, I don't appreciate it, bust his switch, act like he crazy
Sent the hit, I'm mad 'cause he made me, I was gettin' high at the Ritz
10K for the fit, I'm too wavy, twenty-nine, I'm rich with three babies
Pinky ring, the wrist cost three-eighty, really made it, I'm the shit
Investigations, yes, I evaded
Mouth shut, you know, how we played it
Now I'm MIA, might be Vegas
Thank God I went legit, Swerv
Swerv
Thank God I went legit, Swerv
Thank God I went legit, Swerv
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Uh
Every day some new shit
Beefing with my bitch right now, but life's still lit
Ridin' down the strip, half a million dollar whip
Five M's for the kit, for ice like this
Everything I wanted to hit, I scratched them off the list
Ask about me, word around the town I'm a pimp
Ho won't get my heart, I'm puttin' you down, I'm not a simp
Big OG, I'm him
Park the 'Bach, the Lamb', and then go GLE, I'm trim
Catch a nigga and blam, Drench Gang, we ain't none like them
Only nigga you know that rap, come through the Raq, no tint
Hustler, got them racks back, remember my pockets was stacked with lint
All blue hunnids look like flapjacks, now it's a duffel in my knapsack
I don't bap, go check my track record, nigga shot us, we clapped back
At eighteen, I was a seven figure nigga after tax
I spent a ticket on both the bitches I wifed, and that was facts
On Twitter, don't believe the hype, I put my life on wax
I made a back end, blew that shit the same night at Saks
I wake up and go get that cake, I ain't the type to relax
Me, Dank, Rell, split a lick three ways to get a brick of crack
The Glock hit what's-his-name like a freight train, his brains was on the tracks
Don't play no games, mention my name, we caught him the same day on Max
Betta not listen to what them fans saying on them damn apps
I ain't snitchin' on my man's, nigga, f*ck a fed tap
Soon as we hop out that van, that's a f*ckin' head tap
And I'm GDK, EBK, MBG, NLMB krazy
Give me a switch and get like NCAA, nigga, I'll blitz
Nigga bitches, I don't appreciate it, bust his switch, act like he crazy
Sent the hit, I'm mad 'cause he made me, I was gettin' high at the Ritz
10K for the fit, I'm too wavy, twenty-nine, I'm rich with three babies
Pinky ring, the wrist cost three-eighty, really made it, I'm the shit
Investigations, yes, I evaded
Mouth shut, you know, how we played it
Now I'm MIA, might be Vegas
Thank God I went legit, Swerv
Swerv
Thank God I went legit, Swerv
Thank God I went legit, Swerv
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Writer: Herbert R. Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






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Lil Herb

Lil Herb is G Herbo's eighth studio album, released on November 7, 2025, about a month after his 30th birthday. It is named after his old stage name. The album features guest appearances from Jeremih, Anderson .Paak, Wyclef Jean and Turbo.

In the United States, Lil Herb debuted at number 15 on the Billboard 200 chart, with an estimated 25k album-equivalent units in its first week. It also debuted at number 3 on the Billboard Hip-hop/R&B chart.
-Wikipedia
Performed by: G Herbo
Genre(s): Rap
Length: 44:32
Released: November 7th, 2025
Year: 2025

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