How I turn oh, this the, this the bottom, right?
This one right here ain't turn
Uh (This phone)
Uh (Yeah)
It's G Herbo (Yep)
I feel like the best rapper alive, for real
I know I am, no bap
Yep, yep, yep (When I get to flickin' that Bic like Wayne, you niggas in trouble)
Rick Owen hoodie, G Fazo tennis shoes
Way before them fullies, I had a .22 in middle school
I am not that same nigga you knew, I been improvin'
My name in the hall of fame 'cause I'ma shoot, win or lose
Stay on P's and Q's, my heart easily bruised
No Limit, don't follow rules, if we spot him, go watch the news, ayy
I don't fuck with jail lunch, I be eatin' brunch with Jews
I ain't lost in trial once 'cause my safe full of blues, yeah
I pop out and stunt
Made four hundred, I fuck off a hundred K a month
You don't gotta backdoor my opps, we walk right through the front
We went turnt they whole block into a pound of Runtz
Big bro put me back on top when I went down some
This shit ain't nothin', you niggas ain't never been around money
These hoes fuckin', we run through bops for fun around the country
All at amusement parks and shit with my sons, I'm still clutchin', ayy
Switches spark and spread like butter
Every day, gotta stay on guard, streets broke my heart, I lost my brother
Summertime, ain't have no fan, wintertimes, ain't have no covers
Big G Herbo, I'm the man, I bought a Rolls-Royce out the gutter
Know some niggas that I looked up to every day, went out like a sucker
Know some killers that's 'round the way, ain't got no pape', but he got a cutter
And on Cap, shit, if it wasn't for rap, could've been that motherfucker
All the profit we got from the trap, we was lookin' out for each other, go
Ferrari whips and palm trees
'Member Max was runnin' the strip, used to grab his stick, then call me
2018 when he passed, took lean and Xans, had all the reasons
Paid his bail every time he got in a jam 'cause I had all the cheese
Everybody straight to V.I.P. when they walk in that bitch with me
In my own city, they hate, but I spend cake when I'm with the skis
Shit get major, we ain't even got no patience, fuck it up and leave
Soon as that button go to the left, remind me of death 'cause it come in threes (Three round, grrt)
G Herbo, this that hustler music
No bap, every day, I wake up, I want that
I need it, I need that
Shoutout to all the real niggas, man, wake up and get on top of what they need to get on, man
Take care of they family, they friends
I took my chance before the advance
And I been had a hundred bands, let's get it
This that hustler music, G Herbo, best rapper alive
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