It's real life
I learned like, nigga be more happy when you just livin' in now
When I live in my past, it be depression
Then when I live in the future, it turn into anxiety
(Goddamn, BJ want another one)
Now I'm back on the road (Uh)
And we only eight deep, but everybody totin' a pole
You might see me fifty deep, think most of them gon' fold (For real)
I still got a Glock on me, but most of them don't know (Shh)
Ridin' to the riches, it was lonely on that road (Uh)
Everybody hit the wash and rise, but Herb had to carry the load (You know that)
Niggas bitches, talkin' like they wanna blitz, but just give a hint
And we was really, really with the shits, before them whips, I was jumpin' the fence, uh
Put him in cement, then I'm ridin' tint (Let's get it)
When I go through shit, ain't got nobody to vent to
If you ain't go on hits, you can't talk 'bout what he meant to you (Pussy)
And they don't owe me shit, still'll do this when I'm rich
I still bang L's, don't know if I'ma go to Hell
Hope I see Heaven where my granny prayin' I prevail (G Herbo)
I'm still duckin' cells, don't know if I'ma go to jail
Tote a Glock at night and I know they ain't gon' give me bail (Damn)
Tryna do right, still doin' wrong, so I know it's hard to tell (Damn)
I'll never tell on niggas, although I know it ain't hard to tell (Fuck 'em)
You don't know who I fuck with, yeah, I make it hard to tell (Fuck 'em)
Never wrote Mally a letter, although I know they ain't hard to mail (You know I love you)
I was hangin' with grown men like Slug and Rell 'cause I was advanced
A lot niggas be talkin' for clout, they was in the house when I was in jams
'Member I had to run my route, I'll kick a bitch out just like she Pam
It's 6 a.m. in the stu' in L.A., I flew straight from the Yams (Skyami, uh)
'Member my first time in Miami, I'm like, "Damn" (Uh-huh, uh-huh, damn)
Now I fuck up 50K a weekend, ain't even carin'
Pulled up to the stu' in hot seaters, truth or darin'
Now I pull up in that two-seater, new McLaren (Yoom)
Now I pull up in that black truck, kevlared up
I pulled up in every single whip, now I don't give no fuck
I done ran through twenty, thirty whips, now I don't give no fuck
Fucked it up, I fucked up way too many M's, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack, mm, 'bout no sack (Big G Herbo)
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack (I ran through, man, none of this shit I spared, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack, mm (Ayy, look, 'cause I really did for real, no bap)
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack (A lot of shit you niggas doin' right now I been did)
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack, mm, 'bout no sack (Five, ten years ago)
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack (I really did teach you niggas the game if you listened, but)
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack
Niggas can't tell me 'bout no sack, mm (Uh, yeah)
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