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Gang, it's G Herbo
I'm in New York right now, man
My birthday at midnight
A nigga 'bout to be twenty-five
Shit really feel like a century
It's just a quarter-century
This a lil' freestyle though, I'm 'boutta just
Before I get up out of here
Now a nigga rich
All the fans see a nigga lit
Remember days I was finna quit
Lonely nights on the zip
Wartime hopping in the whip
On the block with it on my hip
Can't lie, I wasn't innocent
I'm in New York right now, man
My birthday at midnight
A nigga 'bout to be twenty-five
Shit really feel like a century
It's just a quarter-century
This a lil' freestyle though, I'm 'boutta just
Before I get up out of here
Now a nigga rich
All the fans see a nigga lit
Remember days I was finna quit
Lonely nights on the zip
Wartime hopping in the whip
On the block with it on my hip
Can't lie, I wasn't innocent
No, I can't lie, I wasn't innocent
Made it far, I stayed listening
Lil' nigga with discipline
Them bullets went whistling
You gotta know how them trenches get
This bitch got a big ol' fifty clip
Mask and I got my pistol grip
Yeah, I still pop out dolo 'cause niggas be on pussy shit
Might be kids on the hit, grow up, they keep witnesses
Ain't 'posed to be no witnesses, but we ain't harming no women, kids
Less them hoes with the shit, ain't say we won't kill a bitch
Snub seven, give 'em six
Just eleven in this SIG and I'ma do my shit with it
Made it far, I stayed listening
Lil' nigga with discipline
Them bullets went whistling
You gotta know how them trenches get
This bitch got a big ol' fifty clip
Mask and I got my pistol grip
Yeah, I still pop out dolo 'cause niggas be on pussy shit
Might be kids on the hit, grow up, they keep witnesses
Ain't 'posed to be no witnesses, but we ain't harming no women, kids
Less them hoes with the shit, ain't say we won't kill a bitch
Snub seven, give 'em six
Just eleven in this SIG and I'ma do my shit with it
Way before G Herbo it was Herbie G
Before the Glocks, the pro mags had thirty-three
Before the drip, the block heads had dirty sneaks
Before the grave, the main opps had surgery
Before the streets loved me, said they can't wait to murder me
But ain't no fucking murking me, we give out first degree
My first video on the eight was with ??? TV
We was dropping shit back to back
All in that black minivan, that was MACs
Ain't in that vino no more, gotta lack
Glizzy I got on my lap 'bout a rack
Still'll go back like I live in the 'Raq
Feds gon' rewind what they hear in my raps
I'd rather die before I chill with that rat
Really was ??? they knowing that
Free Guwop and ??? they ain't going back
Before the Glocks, the pro mags had thirty-three
Before the drip, the block heads had dirty sneaks
Before the grave, the main opps had surgery
Before the streets loved me, said they can't wait to murder me
But ain't no fucking murking me, we give out first degree
My first video on the eight was with ??? TV
We was dropping shit back to back
All in that black minivan, that was MACs
Ain't in that vino no more, gotta lack
Glizzy I got on my lap 'bout a rack
Still'll go back like I live in the 'Raq
Feds gon' rewind what they hear in my raps
I'd rather die before I chill with that rat
Really was ??? they knowing that
Free Guwop and ??? they ain't going back
Wish I could post more foes back, wish I could bring all my bros back
Wish I was in that old trap
Me and Cap dozing off in the back
Wish I could trade this all back, what the fuck kind of offer is that
Having fun in that sun, but I could stand the rain
Son, don't pick up that gun if you can't stand the flame
Way before this fame shit, I already had a name
We was yelling gang shit way before you had a gang
MLK, I had a dream, I almost fed my gang
Realized when I woke up, I already fed my gang
Boy, I ain't got shit to prove, I already did my thing
When it come 'round, I remember, I can't blend with lames
Wish I was in that old trap
Me and Cap dozing off in the back
Wish I could trade this all back, what the fuck kind of offer is that
Having fun in that sun, but I could stand the rain
Son, don't pick up that gun if you can't stand the flame
Way before this fame shit, I already had a name
We was yelling gang shit way before you had a gang
MLK, I had a dream, I almost fed my gang
Realized when I woke up, I already fed my gang
Boy, I ain't got shit to prove, I already did my thing
When it come 'round, I remember, I can't blend with lames
Yeah, real rap
That's no bap
Live in effect
I'm in here with my niggas, it's gon' stay that way
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