G Herbo - PTSD Album Lyrics

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Intro

(Cannon)
I do it for the haves and the have-nots
All he had was a half and a glass pot
Gotta race 'til he the first one with the last rock
Every day you see his face just like a mascot
Trappin' out the Honda, no he never had a stash box
Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot
Every since a kid he seeing coke all around him
Born to hustle, that's his only hope all around him
Went to school stylin', middle school was wildin'
He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent
How he gon' survive in a world full of savages?
Born to get some money but'll kill, gotta balance it
He can't fold under pressure, uh-uh, life full of challenges
'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis
Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him
He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis
Really seen catastrophes, I be rappin' average shit
Homie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this
But back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced
Homes got a different plan with five hunnid fifty grams
Strapped with it in his hand, trap just a ceiling fan
Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man
Push him to the limit, watch him snap just like any man
Steady poppin' Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams

You don't live how he live, you don't feel the man
Ain't no lil' bitty pill, just gone heal a man
He can't chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh
Oh, you just like us, they robbed you of yo' innocence huh?
Real menaces, we grew up like Dennis' huh?
Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh
No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nuthin'
Niggas 'posed to been on prom, doing sentences, that's f*cked up
Better get yo' bucks up, 'member I was f*cked up
Daddy said I lucked up, but it wasn't no luck for us
Nobody had nothin' for us
I was with some real niggas but it wasn't enough of us
Held the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up
He gangsta but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough
I'm humble but my city in the head like gettin' a uppercut
Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough
My head race, I'm riding alone, just my mind and this chrome
Used to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home
And I spent like 1.5 on my diamonds alone
Only count on who gon' still be by side if it's gone
Just a hand full, you can't never have no win if your mans lose
Exploitation off your mans, that's a fan move
F&N have that man doing dance moves
Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool
Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules
Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn Jews
Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools
And all these bamboos, sticks
We ain't worried bout no opps, yeah they could suck a dick
I just stayed an extra thirty minutes taking pics
Trigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits
G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense
We ain't never get pinched, no coincidence
We was supposed to get rich, 'cause we was meant for this
Now all we know arithmetic, but everybody with the shits
I hope it ain't no incidents, 'cause everybody in some whips
And we a trip rip clips, flip shit, dip split
Switch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen
It ain't no niggas in this shit doing shit like this clique
Ain't no more room for you pussy boys, quit rappin'
PTSD

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Glass in the Face

Where I come from, niggas greezy (grimy), you deceive me (damn)
I got rich, I motivate my niggas like I'm Jeezy
I can leave the house, get caught without my gun, easy
Honestly I know nobody, but my son need me (youngin)
I went broke to see you eat, I know you don't believe me
Just be patient with me bae, I know you wanna leave me
Took my heart from off my sleeve, replaced it with somthin' freezy (woo)
Knee deep in them trenches toting 40 Glocks with deezy
Walking through the valley of the shadows (shadows)
All these niggas shallow (pussies)
I'm with apes, these niggas snakes and shit, I see they rattles
Niggas singing like A Boogie, man I hear they high notes
Hit my niggas out in High Bridge if they wanna battle
You ain't really living like that pussy, why you lie for? (F*ck)
Eye for eye, so the same shit I cry over, I die for
Make you famous, if we pull your name, something like a raffle (make you famous)
How you trust a Adam told her she gonna bite the apple

Glass in the face (glass in the face)
Rolex f*cking up my eye sight
I make your ass look away (your ass look away)
F*ck it, they put a bag on my head
I put a bag on your face (bag on your face)
Baby, you ain't got to take a cab, nah
I'll put your ass in a Wraith (your ass in a Wraith)

I don't wanna go in the club if they ain't letting me in with the ratchet
I can never even trust again, 'cause I know niggas be nasty
You know my jacket is Balmain and I got the denim to match it
I swear I don't wanna be broke again, nah, I can only imagine

I remember I, I
I ain't have no money standing on the block
I remember why, why
Nigga wasn't really tryna make no money
I was chasing homicide (f*ck)
If one of my niggas died then yours can't come outside
I ain't really thinking about that no more, I listen now
It's a million or more, my vision now
Big ass crib out in Bel Air Hills
Everybody get a plate in my kitchen now
I be setting up place for a whole lot of M's
Did the same last year, and I'm richer now
Last time I seen bro, had a bustdown Patek
And they got shot lit for a Richard now
And my car go, whoo like a whistler
Pop out, ten chains on like a prisoner
And I could've been a statistic
Now I can teach a young nigga about business
Speaking of business, please do not be no witness
Mind it, no we do not leave no witness
How the f*ck is it hard to find nigga like me? I'm not hiding

Glass in the face (glass in the face)
Rolex f*cking up my eye sight
I make your ass look away (your ass look away)
F*ck it, they put a bag on my head
I put a bag on your face (bag on your face)
Baby, you ain't got to take a cab, nah
I'll put your ass in a Wraith (your ass in a Wraith)

I don't wanna go in the club if they ain't letting me in with the ratchet
I can never even trust again, 'cause I know niggas be nasty
You know my jacket is Balmain and I got the denim to match it
I swear I don't wanna be broke again, nah, I can only imagine

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Gangstas Cry

No, no, no (no, no, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no
Put my all in it, uh (yeah)

Have you ever seen a gangsta cry?
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
I see nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
Have you ever seen a gangsta cry?
I see nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
It ain't wrong with seeing gangstas cry

Uh, I stayed up the longest when my nigga died
I poured up some more so I could stop from crying
Relapsed after quitting like my second time
But I know I just wanna numb the pain that's inside
I know I just wanna clear the rage in my mind
My younger days but I still feel the same all the time
Growing, Granny used to yell my name all the time
Like the same as if I'm on the stage yelling lines
And I might surprise you but I never tell you lies
If you knew what I knew, just be thankful you alive
Grown man game, now we racing with the wise
He ain't being patient now he facing his demise
This shit what you make it
Popped out everyday with my head high in the field even though I'm aching
Honestly, I never thought I'd take shit where I'm taking it
I was way too busy on some f*ck shit, I wasn't chasing it
Now I'm driving that shit real fast like I'm racing it
Guess I'm tryna duck my past, had enough of facing it
Nigga still won't test my gangsta though, he know I'm acing it
I deserve myself a victory so much I'm tasting it
This for all of mine

Have you ever seen a gangsta cry?
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
I see nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry (no, no)
Have you ever seen a gangsta cry?
I see nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry (yeah)
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
It ain't wrong with seeing gangstas cry

How I cried a whole ride, folks funeral
That day a nigga would've died if I did what I used to do
Wanna stop myself I tried, said I will, I lied
Swear ain't did nothin' all these years but that that shit still inside (gangsta)
Won't advise you, live this street life 'less you wanna die
Can't come on no hits with us unless you wanna drive
That boy young and full of pain, look him in the eyes
All he know is gangbang' that's why his Sox hat to the side
Whole war was a game changer they hit Lil' Roc on the 9
And of course we still gone slide, but I be cryin' for one of mine
Ra and Roshawn only sixteen this year, now they totin' iron
But been losing loved ones since a baby how they gone decide
Loved the streets so much I cried to ma, "Why I can't go outside?"
Hiding pistols in the house putting on my side to go outside
Since I lost cap been full of anger, homicide stay on my mind
I adapted if everybody savage how I'm gone survive?

(yeah) have you ever seen a gangsta cry?
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
I see nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
Have you ever seen a gangsta cry?
I see nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
It ain't nothin' wrong with seeing gangstas cry
It ain't wrong with seeing gangstas cry

It ain't nothin' wrong
It ain't nothin' wrong, no
Go ahead and cry, my nigga
It's okay to cry, my nigga
It ain't nothin' wrong
It ain't nothin' wrong, no
Go ahead and cry, my nigga
It's okay to cry, my nigga

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In This Bitch

Gang in this bitch
Hold on, I got Lil' Mally in here with me
Hold on, OZ in this bitch
Milticket in here, Sizzle in this bitch
Where we at right now? (Miami)
(Dj Victoriouz, really the best) We got Dade in here
Hold on, 4nem, gang

We got real guns in this bitch
Real thugs in here
We off real drugs in this bitch
My little pocket rocket
It fit like a glove in this bitch
And we real deep in here
It's real snug in this bitch
Bitches huggin' us and shit
'Cause we got love in this bitch
And you better watch your mans
'Cause we'll bug in this bitch
Smokin' bud in this bitch (exotic)
Havin' ones in this bitch (throw 'em)
Real bloods in this bitch
My big cuz in this bitch (go)

Big rocks in this bitch
It's no VS1's in this bitch
I got water everywhere
Nigga, it's a flood in this bitch (ay)
What's good with it bitch? (Huh)
My whole hood in this bitch
4nem drinkin' liquor
Now ain't no more 'Woods in this bitch
Man, we good in this bitch
It's bankrolls in this bitch
I'm too rich to talk to
one of these stank hoes in this bitch
Dress code?
Man, I got on white lows in this bitch (G Fazos)
Nigga disrespect me we gon' light holes in this bitch

Been the man, I been the man (bitch)
Got rich ain't get advanced (bitch)
Bentaygas whippin' Lambs
I'm up top like the ceiling fan (bitch)
I stayed down and made it happen
Now I'm staying rich (rich)
Youngest nigga in my hood
Who you playin' with nigga? (F*ck you playin' with?)

Boss shit (boss shit)
Wrist a hundred bands shit (wrist a hundred bands shit)
If it's me or him
the bitch know who she stayin' with (come on)
Hustler, give her shit, hope she could handle it
Bitch, it's lit
I got one thousand bows in transit (uh)
Bitches quit so much I gotta take advantage (take advantage)
Interstate we had a thousand hoes in Kansas (thousand hoes in Kansas)
So much money your own family
can't stand it (your own family can't stand it)
And my son gon' be a king
Can't help it he was born in this shit (born in this shit)
He got VVS's, baby foreigns in his shit (foreigns in his shit)
Gucci, Fendi shoes
he ain't worn in his shit
Yeah, his daddy rich (daddy rich)
Big ol' yellow diamonds look like corn in my shit

Bank accounts rich
Need more M's in this bitch (more M's)
Ballin' need a mansion with a rim in that bitch (with a rim)
F*ck some Louboutins, my bro wore Timbs in this bitch (got on Timbs)
Makin' movies, we'll shoot a film in this bitch (huh)
Hoes choosin', man, they pullin' limbs in this bitch (damn)
Dickie fit kit, Soulja Slim in this bitch (brrt)
My broski with what I'm with, like my twin in this bitch (like my twin)
Got some niggas who fresh out the pen in this bitch (out the pen)
I got some niggas throwin' up the fin in this bitch (up the fin)
I know some niggas reppin' BDN in this bitch (BDN)
I hear some niggas yellin' GDN in this bitch (GDN)
I'm with some niggas that ain't 'posed to be up in this bitch ('posed to be here)
Fine bitches gettin' in for free up in this bitch (damn)
Got broke niggas f*ckin' up they re-up in this bitch (haha)
Niggas see the opps, they playin' D up in this bitch (playin' D up in this bitch)
But ain't nobody got no smoke with me up in this bitch
(G Herbo, ay)

(Dj Victoriouz, really the best)

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Death Row

Uh
(DY Krazy)
(?)
(?)
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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

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Party in Heaven

I ain't have a wave, I had to make one
Jumped off the porch together don't mean your ass a day-one
I sensed you'd snake a nigga you love, I seen the hate come
I seen Larry Hoover in the hood, I mean a fake one

Niggas in heaven having a gangsta party (gangsta)
Seen this right here, this a gangsta story (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta, gangsta)

My Rollie finally dance, OTF a family plan
We ain't have no car to slide on opps, I used my family van
Lost Iris, I died, Nuski died, feel like I died again
Fresh out, the feds came talk to you, they gon' try to tie me in
I'ma put my money inside this music 'cause I can't buy a friend
I tried like three, four times with a nigga I love, I can't try it again
I choose you over you, I won't decide again
They having a gangsta party in heaven, I wish they'd let us in

Niggas in heaven having a gangsta party (gangsta)
Seen this right here, this a gangsta story (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta, gangsta)

Gangsta
I was on a mission with my mans (for real)
Gun-powdered up now I'm pissing on my hands
We just picking up on what them older niggas 'nem was saying
16, we got fanned down, caught us with our pants down
I was on the block last, Glock 9, rocks glass
Stop signs, hot cars filled with gas, black mask
If he making rap disses he can't get no 'Raq pass
Fail, how you think you gone excel with your black ass? (Nigga)
Crack-baby, pops left when it got bad
Lay in pallets, all your clothes in black bag
Almost drove that boy insane so he got a bag
Now he hopping off the plane, he got jet lag (ayy)
Saw a murder just a kid, he was traumatized
Kept his Glock, now he locked for a homicide (bop)
And he ain't trippin' that he sitting in a box
'Cause it is what it is and it's not what it's not, nigga

Niggas in heaven having a gangsta party (gangsta)
Seen this right here, this a gangsta story (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta, gangsta)

I was raised around gangstas, fell in love with danger
Deep up in these streets, might have to fall in love with strangers
House party, thirty deep, we came strapped, all bangers
It was more than five shooters, so we clapped all angles

Where I'm from a nigga die, the whole city'll try to claim him
Where I'm from, you don't make it, you gotta die to be famous
My lil cause walking with a gun, I wish he stayed with gaming
I can't say I'd die for y'all for real 'cause I see the streets changin'
When the worst enemy died on the other side, I ain't feel it
I don't talk to Master P just 'cause of Herb, I claim no limit
Then I seen him with his new girl, text his phone like, "Bro, you winning"
One-fifty and one-fifty, that's three hunnid, it ain't no difference

This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party

Niggas in heaven having a gangsta party (gangsta)
Seen this right here, this a gangsta story (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta, gangsta)

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PTSD

(D.A. got that)
(D.A. got that dope)

I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
I got a warzone inside of my head
I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead
I've seen my brothers fall, over and over again
Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD

I was hittin' bangs like Chief Keef
Always yelling names that's deceased
I go off my mind and my instinct
Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync
On the same thing, tryna repeat
We was in them whips, right back on the enemies
Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat
F*ck it out the sunroof, brodie got a quick release
And we in a car real fast, f*ck police
Shots fired back but his ass in the street
When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany
Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me
Lot of warfare 17 had a 50 piece
Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G (royalty)
Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys (loyalty)
Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean
I can't sleep 'cause it's a warzone in my head
My killas good, they know I'm hands on with the bread
A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead

I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
I got a warzone inside of my head
I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead
I've seen my brothers fall, over and over again
Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD

Used to run home from the train stop
Runnin' so fast dodgin' raindrops
'Member got robbed at the park once
'Member thinkin' that that bitch probably ain't caught
'Member I was with my mama one time, seen a nigga through the glass
Hit a nigga with a bankshot
Point blank, head hanging off his tank top
Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (skrrt)
Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas
Certain things we ain't talk about, mama, we just prayed off
We seen it all, don't get involved
Carry the weight of the world like a shawl
Conceal and revealing to people in court
I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil
In case you thought a nigga forgot it
When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets
Please do not run up on me, not even as fans
Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan
I'm flyin', I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan, ah

The days seem long as life gets shorter
We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order
Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order
Leaving me with anxiety, f*cking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)

It's a warzone layin' inside my head
I still think about all my niggas that's dead
I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said
I'm too paranoid, I make sure all my opps they bled
Drainin' all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh
I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat
I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (gang)
I think it's my PTSD (whoa), I think it's my PTSD, yeah

I turn the news on when I smell death in the air

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By Any Means

Uh, I used to be trippin' like a motherf*cker (uh)
That's 'cause I ain't listen to a motherf*cker
Used to take a Crush and pour a six up in that motherf*cker
Ran it up and now I'm richer than a motherf*cker
And I'm glistenin' like a motherf*cker
I say f*ck 'em all, 'cause they don't got no love for us (they don't got no love for us)
We way up top, I don't see nobody but God above us (uh)
Get so high, I feel like I'm in the stars
Matter fact pull the Wraith out the garage
I just might f*ck around, buy eight cars
Know there's gon' only be one I'ma drive
I'm the one who made me everything I'ma be
Chose my role like the Wizard of Oz
Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God
Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God
This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that's word to y'all
Love all my fans and that's word to y'all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been stackin' and grindin' and stackin'
And grindin' and stackin' and grindin'
'Til some tell me Herb' just ball
Ten thousand ones in the VIP watch it fall
Ain't gon' see only me shine watch us all
No I ain't here all the time but they still show me love
So this bitch on my hip, watch your dog
Ain't with that drunk shit we ain't came to brawl
Ayy, you know lil' bro lettin' it all
Really it took me to stop 'em to keep 'em from droppin'
You should've just let 'em get off
Bitch, I go hard in the paint but I still'll pop out
Start shootin', I'm Steph and Gasol
They tryna copy my swag but they can't keep up
They just gettin' what's left of the sauce
They like, "Damn, Swervo, what the f*ck? Why you keep switchin' up?"
Ayy, I'm the king, right in this bitch, listen up (listen up)
And it ain't cost nothin' to get you hit up (hit up)
Get a nigga crib lit up (uh)
Walk up in his rib and up (uh)
Two to the head, the shakin', he checkin', he want you to live, get up
That's the shit I live, it's nothin' (it's nothin')
I'm alive 'cause I don't give a f*ck (f*ck)
You tryna slide it's nothin'
I see homicide, it's nothin', they said he outside, he stuntin'
It's 4:30 something, he don't lie, but bitch, we been ridin' since one
And we gon' ride as one, we all goin' down as one
Got three thirty clips, that's a hunnid
Cops hate me, I ain't say nothin'
Told 'em to suck it, f*ck 'em
Still in this shit, I ain't duckin'
Worth too many millions
Foenem say get from around here, you trippin', you buggin'
I'm just so used to thuggin'
Grip in this bitch, I'ma buck 'em
I'm with the ball, I'ma truck 'em
I gotta ball like the Rucker
Game on the line, I'ma snuck 'em, f*ck 'em (straight up)
Guess I'm a by-any-means type of motherf*cker, uh (on God)

We not in the frat but step (21)
I got more stripes than a ref (on God)
The police behind, I left (straight up)
I'm runnin' 'til I'm out of breath (on God)
I told 'em I needed some help (21)
They looked at me like they was deaf (on God)
We try to be like BMF (straight up)
But niggas is all for theyself (on God)
You get extorted for playin' tough
Nigga, no cap, I was on the move, shots went off and my Glock had jammed up
We ain't even makin' no RIP post 'til we come hit a couple y'all mans up
I don't even bring my niggas 'round rappers, I know they gon' f*ck my face up
Know all my niggas gon' take some
Say that you a dog, nigga, shake somethin' (21)
Broad daylight, nigga, face on (straight up)
F*ck school, we was in the hood tryna make somethin'
You was with a bitch tryna cake somethin' (on God)
Fix my plate but I ate somethin'
You was lookin' for a reason so that you can hate somethin' (21)
You can't keep all of that shit bottled in, I wish yo' lil' pussy ass said somethin' (pussy)
He dead, we slid (skrr)
We don't give a f*ck 'bout your kids (on God)
My brother like Glocks and FN's but Savage gon' keep him a SIG (no cap)
The coroner thought he had a lace front on the way the Draco split his wig (straight up)
You a baby when it come to this gangsta shit, somebody come get this nigga a bib (pussy)

Pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy
Little pussy (little pussy)

---

Gangbangin'

Cash, I made that shit fast
F*ck around spent my last
Now I'm back in my bag
I pulled up in some shit with a cat on the side but it ain't no Jag
Used to post up with some killers, my hat to the side, we ain't wave no rags
I used to sleep in the bed with my brothers at night but we ain't no fags
I pledge get rich or die trying, I ain't know nothin' 'bout American flags
I got a story could tell you, a memory vivid with niggas that died
I got so immune that I was confused and ain't know if not I should cry
I'm too real to fabricate my life, why would I lie?
Malice and betrayal, jail or how should I die
How could I prevail tell me everything we do well fail
Say you been through hell, barely
Sleeping in them cells scary
I can't see the cemetery
Rather beat preliminary
They'll kill me voluntary
That's why everybody carry
Internet got niggas business
That's why everybody scary
And my money vary
Me and millis married (you know that)

Seen 'em kill
I done seen 'em ill
They ain't seen a meal
I done seen a mil'
Damn, in the field
Ain't know how to feel
Shit was f*cked up for real
They ain't know how to chill, damn

Gang bangin', gang bangin', gang bangin', gang bangin'
Chain swangin', Glock hanging, watch blinging
Cop hating, opp slaying, rock slanger
Block hanging crooked like a wire hanger
Violator, neighbors, everybody racist
Can't say everybody racist
Can't take everybody favors
Cops still blazing us
When you gone start back tazing us?
Block been raising us
Shit you doing ain't fazing us

Killing kids
How you feeling? Knowin' you killing kids
You was drilling, now you squealing before you chin a bid
See that man and ain't gone tell him how you feeling, you a pussy
Killed the innocent not your enemy, you a pussy

Seen 'em kill
I done seen 'em ill
They ain't seen a meal
I done seen a mil'
Damn, in the field
Ain't know how to feel
Shit was f*cked up for real
They ain't know how to chill, damn

Gang bangin', gang bangin', gang bangin', gang bangin'
Chain swangin', Glock hanging, watch blinging
Cop hating, opp slaying, rock slanger
Block hanging crooked like a wire hanger
Violator, neighbors, everybody racist
Can't say everybody racist
Can't take everybody favors
Cops still blazing us
When you gone start back tazing us?
Block been raising us
Shit you doing ain't fazing us

---

Lawyer Fees

Now I'm the one who paid the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoiding me
He was in my head and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me

I'm so post traumatic (stressed)
Yes I'm 'posed to have it (yes)
Gotta stay close to ratchet
'Cause bronem died when they ain't have it
September third I lost a savage (Max)
I been through a lot so I walk with a 'matic
Shawty 'nem gone go they ain't talking about it
Lay on the house, we one up on whoever walk out that bitch
I been No-Limit, I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Go like I'm pussy I doubt it
Walking on hits, we was scouting, routing
You see 4-7 then shout it (4-7)
But when I got some money, ain't stop wildin'
Running it up it's a lot piling
Running these streets I got mileage
That's bro mama car but he hopped out it
My new life ain't violent though
Chrome and Hearts I'm stylin'
Paid some M's in taxes but made a lot so f*ck it I filed it
Made some M's changed my surroundings, then I bought some diamonds, ayy
I ain't gotta ride up Stoney no more to be on a island

Now I'm the one who paid the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoiding me
He was in my head and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me

Shots fired again like last night
Back out on the 8 block you damn right
Age of fourteen, I was playing with pipes
We at war now, made an attempt on my man's life
New to this shit gotta play it right
Whoever tote the pipe gotta stay in sight
Get caught sacrifice, stay and fight
Everybody who know gotta pay a price
Gotta get high, get my head right
How the f*ck you sleep? You ain't seein' faces every night
And who want life doin' fed time?
It's already hard tryna see my little mans now
He owes like thirty, forty grand now
Miss fifty of 'em, how you still got your hand out?
Tryna execute what I planned out
Help 'em move the sack, probably why I never ran out
Basketball courts got fanned down
Next thing you know, it's your man down
Niggas I was on the court with, playin' ball with got killed
Probably why I don't play around
Niggas I was growin' up with, real savage
Kill shit, don't run, they stay around
I'ma say night, I'm from Terror Town, I don't wanna front, I'ma spread it 'round

Now I'm the one who paid the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoiding me
He was in my head and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me

No matter what, when it get rough, can't let that shit break you
When you faced with reality, it's hard to shake the truth
You only real as them circumstances that make you
Seem like they hate on you for everything that they can't do
Growing up it was just hoop dreams and AAU
Now it's county visits and burials while they take you
So, let me guess, your homie's dead and you caught cases too
Still paranoid from all the wars, 'cause every day they shoot
Can't believe it when you get that news, you wish that shit ain't true
Them soldiers mamas breaking down, they took away my troops
Want my shit red for all my bloodas when they paint my coupe
I'm Gucci Gang, that's how we bleedin', but I ain't Piru

Now I'm the one who paid the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoiding me
He was in my head and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me

---

Feelings

uh
Still
Still
Still feel (still)
Still, look

Talked to my kid mom today, that was kinda hard
Sick of all the drama in my life, we ain't gotta start
How the f*ck we still holding grudges? You ain't got a heart
Either way a nigga life a movie and you got a part
I was in a lot of dark
I don't never make excuses for myself
But how I came up was kind of hard
I was having battle scars
And I'm never speaking on the shit I did
'Cause when you bite you don't gotta bark
These the years now when he young but my jit watching
Just cause we fell out of love, that ain't his problem
Every kid want a mommy and a papi
But how we gone co-parent when it's sloppy
Better not act like I ain't that nigga, but I ain't cocky
Everybody watch me, I'm ducking the paparazzi
Life was hitting heavy, now I'm steady taking oxy's
Hate it or love it, my life faster than a Masi'
Public record, yeah, but you ain't gotta sabotage me
Even though I'm more than generous, gotta rob me
'Stead of doing what you 'posed to you try and dodge me
I'm gone be here regardless, wanna do me like Demarcus
I don't want no problem but just stop me when I'm flodging'
Can't accept the fact you love me, keep tryna judge me
Granted you gone stay in position, but that's because me

Still feel me, I was real but this the real, real me
Hope you still feel me
All my real niggas gotta feel me
If I don't talk about it'll kill me
Hope you still feel me
I got love for you still, literally
I hate that we seeing shit differently
I can't let it get to me
I stay focused, I see shit vividly
Built for tough times, that wasn't meant for me
I don't want no sympathy
I could recognize whoever here for me
If I wasn't the nigga I was meant to be
They wouldn't even hear from me
What it is gon' make it clear for me
I don't pay attention to the rear of me
Naw, they ain't hearing me, they respect me more than they be fearing me
When I wasn't winning, they wasn't cheering me, for real
Lost my brother, almost been a year for me
Gone and shed a tear for me
And I love you nigga, still feel me
And your son could always come and chill with me
He could come and live with me, gotta still feel me
Gave 'em the real me
Help 'em out but he'll still kill me, damn
Never seen a nigga real till me, damn
And this gave me the chills
Lil' bro know I didn't fold when he gave me the wheel
'Til this day he like the baby still
But he'll hit the switch and turn into a Navy Seal
I got diagnosed, but I don't want no crazy pills
I'm a real hustler, I don't want no lazy deals
If I execute this time I'm making crazy mills
They tryna book me everyday, I'm having stage appeal
I got burned once again, but I paid it still
I don't wanna tell you what a nigga made for real
I don't wanna tell you where a nigga came for real
All the hunger all the doubt and all the pain was real
The know my name for real
Herbo made a change for real
And I got aunties that ain't met my baby still
But it's all good
I walk around with a smile like it's all good
I'm at a million dollar meeting, smell like all woods
I know they'll make a way for me if y'all could
I been to war but I'm still good in damn near all hoods
I could hear a nigga diss me it be all love
They wanna ask me how I feel, I give a small shrug
I was top ten, front line, all thugs
I was locked in ten summers, all blood

Uh, still feel me
I don't even want no ad libs on that
Uh
Still feel me
That's why I want 'em to still feel me
I don't really talk much after the song
'Cause I just want you to listen

---

High Speed

Thirty-two, twenty-two
I got one not stoppin' (uh)
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin')

I was in a high speed, with my broski
It was me and him, just him and me
Riding with two felonies 'cause we've got one a piece
Glock 27 Compact, kept that one with me
Anyway we was just out ride
It's like 3 AM, I don't even know why we still outside
Think we was on our way in the house, too high off lean, we keep going in and out
Bro on bond for something right now, that nigga keep going in and out
Nineteen moved my mama out the city so we been in route
And everybody always wonder why we swerving riding
'Cause if they following us we gone feed just off how they driving
And he doing 120 in a Audi, we getting a lot of money
It's a car behind us speeding, I think somebody coming
And they switching lanes like us too, I think somebody want it
Now he tapping me like, "Lil bro, look in the mirror who that?"
Thinking that its a opp or something, clutching the Glock and I'm on it, I wanna do that
Starting letting my window down, I'm like slow down, let them get on my side
They flashed the lights, damn, I'm ready to blam, they did that just in time
Another high speed for this week, now this the second time
Already on the e-way so f*ck it, we rolling now (F*ck it)
And we in route, and now they going whatever we going a hour
Now either we gone get home, or you know what else, so nigga we going for ours
Turn and bustin' U's, now the strap done fell from off my lap
Tryna find it, just incase we gotta park this bitch and get out
Broski said he got us, I ain't trippin', already shut my mouth
But if he got to jail, he on double bonds, he won't get out
I had made a million dollars and I still ain't changed the route
The voices in my head said, "Man, when you gon' chill this shit out?"
And I know I'ma take the charge, like I already ain't made it far
I was just getting ready to let it spark like I ain't already became a star
Soon as we get off the expressway, missed the curb, I'm thankin' God
If we had have touched it in the slightest way, would've flipped the car
Now, we gettin' away, they far
Can't see the plates, it's way too dark
And I'm used to being in chases, but my heart beating a little way too hard
Something f*ckin' with my conscious, I ain't trippin', am I, dog?
I ain't gettin' tired of this way of living, am I God?
Thought I could do this shit forever, I went hard from the start
If I tap out this shit with you, I ain't trippin', am I, dog?
I ain't loyal no more? like I wasn't just drillin' with my dog?
Like I ain't f*ck off a quarter million, chillin' with my dog?
On the ride home, I ain't nodding, feeling from the lean gone
Thinking hard for real long, man, I gotta put my team on
Don't nothin' cut no sleep but a dream, nigga dream on
I'm up 5 AM, you ain't doin' a thing, nigga, so you ain't on
To calm my nerves, I fill a Backwood up, now I'm like Cheech n' Chong
Opps hit us, we hit, hit back at us, that shit goin' like ping pong
But we hit somethin', we rackin' up, run the score up, we packin' up
6 AM, catch a nigga lackin' us, fire the block up and we backin' up
Go again

(DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin'!)
I beat the streets, you know? That was a story about my last high speed that I was on
Shit was only like, 2 years ago, you know what I'm sayin'? But it changed me (it did)
(So close but not close enough)

---

Shooter

Chill out, man, don't worry about that
Don't worry about it, ain't no safety
(D.a. Got that)

Girl, don't make no mistake
Round after round, demonstrate
Pull it back then aim straight
You alone, you can be my
Centerfold, do a double take
Bulletproof never breaks
Ridin' up and down the interstate
You alone, you can be my
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
You alone, you can be my
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
You alone, you can be my

She'll let me put a .30 in her Birkin
I don't like it pokin' on me when I'm workin'
I know you'll shoot it for me like you Persian
Bust it back, I rather keep it on my person
Pull off from the dealership after purchases
Bumpin' Swervo, you know me, swervin' it
All yo' g spots, you know me, learnin' 'em
Never rode waves, but I be surfin' in it
Benz truck, foreign, she look perfect in it
Big cribs, we can f*ck all in the closet
Damn, you don't think you got enough purses in it?
I got a lot of cake, bail out of verses, spit it
If they come for my respect, gotta hurt some niggas
Pussies like profanity, it'll curse niggas
Value my sanity, I ain't a perfect nigga
But you don't take me for granted, get a worth for niggas

Girl, don't make no mistake
Round after round, demonstrate
Pull it back then aim straight
You alone, you can be my
Centerfold, do a double take
Bulletproof never breaks
Ridin' up and down the interstate
You alone, you can be my
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
You alone, you can be my
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
You alone, you can be my

Baby, don't make no mistake
Even in two different states, I'ma think of you late
Love how you look when you wake
Love how you smell and you taste
Love a few different traits
Know you be f*ckin' me great
Know how to season my steak, always make sure I'm straight
You always talkin', how I need a break
Touch seven figures, I'm workin' on eight
Checkin' up on you, I'm workin' up late
Text if emergency, right on the way
When it's emergency, right on my waist
Still tryna teach you how I let off this K
I put some VVs right on her, don't f*ck off at Kay's
We drop atleast 30K
I'll make two million in thirty days, G Herbo

Girl, don't make no mistake
Round after round, demonstrate
Pull it back then aim straight
You alone, you can be my
Centerfold, do a double take
Bulletproof never breaks
Ridin' up and down the interstate
You alone, you can be my
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
You alone, you can be my
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
You alone, you can be my

---

Intuition

(I can feel it in the air)

Eighty-five percent communication non verbal, man, you gotta stay sharp
That might be pussy to the next nigga but this game we play about durability
Who gon' last the longest
You only as gangsta as your accomplishments as a man, nigga
So when I say I'm going gangsta, that mean I'm working on something
Straight up

I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, ooh
I can feel it in the air (the air)
I can hear it in your voice
I can feel it in the air

Re-spin the block
We just seen the opps
Now we ain't finna go back inside 'til we send some shots
I don't get to talk a lot, but I seen the most
I don't know if it was a angel or I seen a ghost
I could've saved my bro that day, got caught up with his pole
I was supposed to yell 4-7 first but I couldn't even clear my throat
When some shit ain't right I swear I feel it in my soul
I'm still under investigation, I wouldn't have been if I told
We was loaded unlocked all the doors
If one man show any weakness, then we all exposed
Hit the safe-house, had a local spot with all the poles
Quick shit, switched whips, those was audibles
Everything Max told me I guess only God'll know
My whole vision fell in line like dominos
I'm just tryna rap and grind but I'm in the streets
I gotta separate from my bros, I'm way in too deep
We got enemies whenever we meet they poppin' the iron
So tell me what that say 'bout us if we on top of the line?
And the police gone forever try and put stops to my shine
Pyramids, they got my face up at the top of the sign
Mad I'm always able to pay all these impossible fines
Come from sacrifices, hard work, investments and time
Hear my gut, I follow it, I'm never neglecting the signs
Appreciate the lessons and the blessings I keep catching, they're mine

My biggest accomplishment as a man
Was acknowledging what I was doing wrong in the world around me that was full of chaos
Not pointing the finger at nobody but myself for not taking control of my destiny
I see people all around the world saying where they wanna be
Asking why they ain't there yet
And it's two reasons to me every time
Either you haven't fully committed yourself to where you wanna be
Or your time just ain't come yet
It's that simple

All I know is loyalty, been a gangsta morally
I'm still here 'cause I ain't care 'bout who was gangsta more than me
Act like they forgot my past, shit must be historical
Ever seen a gangsta die? Nigga, that's rhetorical
Watched too many gangstas die, seen too many mommas cry
I'm gon' chase a hunnid million, I don't wanna be no homicide
Look at all these niggas laughin', smilin' and his momma cryin'
I could feel these niggas love fake but I don't wonder why
I don't wanna tote that gat no more, but I know I don't wanna die
I just feel my intuition tickin', I don't wanna slide
Youngin' was just itching end up blinkin', I ain't wanna drive
Grindin shit, got hot, I'm at the spot, but I ain't notified
Sergeant pulled my Tesla over, got my gun on the side
Can't take off, she eight months pregnant with my son at the time
F*ck it, gotta take a charge, borrow money extra large
Ain't this some shit? Look at God, he ain't even wanna search the car

You can't separate or compare freedom from peace
Because no one can be at peace unless they have freedom
And we not even born free (shit), at least that's where I'm from
Everything I seen growing up was poverty strucken (yeah)
Shit was damaged, taken from us or taken advantage of already
And this is what we exposed to all day, that's what damage does
And if you don't understand what I'm talking about, you never been through it
I guess you one of the people I'm saying this to and not for
(You feel me?)

Ooh, I can feel it in the air, ooh
I can feel it in the air