G Herbo - Death Row Lyrics

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I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock though
When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen, I bought a nine, had to let it blow
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule

Herbo really quiet, I get loud 'bout my cheddar though
Really was outside, on the nine with Berettas, oh
No bap, I ain't lying, I got five on my schedule
So if I text outside, come outside
How I tell her, I ain't regular
I knew she was a vibe when I met her
I rock thousand dollar sweaters
Bitches love me like Coachella
Told her, "Gimme some"
I respect you, don't address me like I'm anyone
Bitch is messy thick, that she got her titties done

Oh, she a dime in her city, huh
She like lemon-lime with her Henny, huh
You ain't choosin' niggas, you get diamonds from any of 'em
Run away girl, I could line up with twenty of 'em
But that hoe so fine, it don't mean me none
Broski tried to smash, she ain't give him none
Still got a slide in my ride with a fifty drum
City dumb, I can't have no fun, I got fifty guns, nigga

I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock though
When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen, I bought a nine, had to let it blow
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule

All that dumb shit I did, really was it worth it though?
Don't define me by my past, ain't nobody perfect though
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout the consequences, it was working though
I jumped headfirst in the trap, but I had that bitch twerkin' though
Ayy, who you workin' for? Tell me what you lurkin' for (yeah)
He just gettin' money, what you gotta merk him for? (F*ck nigga)
Seeing niggas fakin', that shit erkin' though (that shit erkin')
But I'ma pull up on him when it's perfect though

I could tell you what I'm worth, or you could search it though
Hands greasy, 'bout that chicken, like I'm Church's though
City bad, but my block was like the worstest though
I couldn't lack, I took my Glock inside the church before
Summer time, like the hood having curses
I ain't never lied in my verses
I ain't never lied when I'm merchin' it
Couple opps ain't survive out them surgeries

I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock though
When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen, I bought a nine, had to let it blow
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule