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lirik lagu g herbo - xxl freshman freestyle: g herbo

roaches, rats in apartments, mama smoking, baby starving
pistols loading, discharging, i grew up in all it
ghetto, h-ll, slums, bottom, what you wanna call it?
n0body role models, everybody alcoholics
the shorties either g-ngb-nging or they basketballin’
where n-ggas get left slain stankin’ ‘cause they chain sw-ngin’
them kids won’t see they moms again ‘cause homie ain’t aimin’
d-mn the streets changing, these lil n-ggas dangerous
don’t even mask up no more, these lil n-ggas brainless
i got so many fallen loved ones, n-gga out here painless
don’t know when it’s my time to go, i keep that, i’ma flame it
want to see me dead or broke, i know i need that motivation
like if i blow my shot, lose everything i got
have my hand out on that block, become everything i’m not
been through that life, i blew that check, lost everything i had
that sh-t just left me looking silly and my mama sad
no n-gga ever gave me sh-t when i was down bad
i was by myself in a six foot room right there on my -ss
and now i stack that sh-t and mean it, like i’m on my last
i stay so low from f-ck n-ggas like they on my -ss
you know if i don’t f-ck with you, better not cross my path
n-ggas think it’s sweet, they see me in the streets, i been in my bag
got to stay lowkey but i can’t wait to let ‘em feel my wrath
still trained to go, could start doing backstrokes in a bloodbath
we wake up, flame up, pop up, post up
steal dope, clap folks, crack jokes
still ain’t sad, k!ll us some white folks
f-ck those if it ain’t real black though
started getting real money, i was 17
i’m 20 now, i’ma take it way back though
4th grade i was tryna be ivo
shooting ball, playing ‘round, saying raps though
grab my school sh-t, been throwing l’s up
never knew what we all headed out for
young n-ggas having real life shootouts
by my grandma house, had to move out
started rapping, wasn’t tryna be a star
i was speaking what i lived, what i knew ‘bout
17 had labels tryna sign me
thought might as well speak, so i flew out
flew back, had to see what i was worth
hit the studio, i know what i’ma do now
meanwhile tryna make it in a warzone
matter fact, let me hold that thought
my city know i ain’t even got to talk
pull up, hop out, white chalk
now you see me, smell money when i walk
humble with it, no i ain’t tryna floss
every real street n-gga took a loss
took a few, bounced back, shook it off
had an x by my name, took it off
150, dream team, i’m the boss
i came from gambling, totin’, rollin’
stolen transportation, police stations
look at me now, tell me congratulations

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