Survivor’s Remorse: A Side Album Lyrics by G Herbo

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FWM

"Daddy gon' push your ass one more time
This the-, this your-, this-, you produced this record, right?"
"Yeah"
"Alright, it's my turn"
"You got EP credits"
"Okay, alright"
"It's my turn" (love you)
"Tell Granny you love her"
"Let me see that"
"Say 'I love you', okay, I'm 'bout to give it to you, hol' on"
"I love you"
"Hahaha, okay, alright, love you"

Man, you niggas can't f*ck with me, run with me, step-stomp with me
I've been dolo in the streets, ain't never need no company
And now I got a company, my money steep, but still discrete
I roll with heat, you roll in three's, I throw up three's, I'm throwin' Bs (up)
And we got them Bs up in the streets
I seen niggas freeze up, up the Glock and I made niggas ease up
Bitch, I rap this gangster shit because I live it, shot and I ain't up my pivot
Most these niggas, they not with it, I can't feel it
F*ck with me, if it's up, it's stuck with me
That's why they don't f*ck with me, f*ck with me
I pull up, they think I brought some luck with me
'Cause my truck a buck fifty
Plus another buck fifty, buck fifty, plus fifty
Uh, I can't chill, I'm so f*cked up, I can't feel
I can't even go on no drills, 'cause I'm so up that I can't kill
Tell the truth, I'm real, nigga, that's 'cause I'm a real nigga
Alley-oop my lil' niggas, tell 'em to go spin on niggas
Niggas havin' hit records, how the f*ck I'm still bigger?
How the f*ck I'm still richer? How the f*ck I'm still litter?
Intuition made it this far off of quick decisions
Like, do I let you bitches breathe or do I get to blickin'?
And I've been maxin' out my speed, I need an intermission
And I've been packin' up my jeans, 'cause I've been stackin' up my Gs
And I've been rackin' up my fees, I got the feds all on my dick
I got my lawyers at my knees, got the world at my feet
I got a trick still up my sleeves, all that shit stay on my mind
Gotta stay up on my grind, so these problems, I don't need 'em
And I'm dangerous like a seizure, I'm ballin' like Ariza
I'm in Prada, I'm in Neiman's, I don't call her, I don't need her
You don't love her, I don't either, I just f*ck her, I don't feed her
When she out with you, can't speak to me, she stay with you, she sleep with me
She mean to you, she sweet to me, she f*ck with you, she sneak with me
My life crazy, outrageous, mind racin', need a shrink

F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
They can't f*ck with me (they can't f*ck with me)
But f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
(I think, do you want to go into the bath?)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
(Do you wanna go?)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
F*ck with me (f*ck with me)
(And you wanna say, oh no, and no and no and when)
They can't f*ck with me (they can't f*ck with me)
But f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
(Go, and the king)

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Flashbacks

Grandma honey's made of almond
She'll keep hummin' in her sleep
If her brother did offer me
Hum for love, hum for peace

I remember niggas tellin' me I changed, like I changed or somethin'
Like I ain't still ain't with the gang or somethin'
Like I won't put this bitch right up to your brain and start flamin', huh?
You think it's that because I'm famous, huh?
Just 'cause I rock a hundred chains, I'm not a hundred and I'm strange
I had to spit a hundred rhymes and spin they block a hundred times, I ain't lyin'
Niggas actors, get on wax and I spit facts, I ain't tryin'
To get home I had to back out with that iron, I got spine
Runnin' up a billion on my mind, I got time
But time ain't on my side, I can't be home, don't got time
I can't get no rest in
Every day I'm still stressing 'cause I lost my best friends
I be ridin' with FNs
Bought a house out on the West 'cause, bitch, I bring them checks in
Gotta count my blessings, I can't let no mess in
Right now I gotta fall back until I'm at my best again
Ain't got nothin' to do with shit, I'm tucked off at the Westin, uh

They don't understand the pain that come with fame
Rockin' all these diamond chains, but I still ain't changed
So hard for me to stay the same
Livin' with these flashbacks inside my brain
All the memories when we were spinnin' back at night
Gotta put the silence on the gun it ain't no flashin' lights
All the memories when we were spinnin' back at night
Gotta put the silence on the gun it ain't no flashin' lights

Too much pain, nigga, I'm like, "F*ck fame"
Fast lane, I've been movin' like a Mustang
Real niggas, it's some killers, I can't f*ck with lames
Ran this shit up independent, I don't trust the game
But I trust myself, tryna touch some wealth
All this liquor in my liver, f*ckin' up my health
Either way, I gotta get it when I get up
Rolls Royce big, I gotta sit up
This shit don't mean nothin', I be droppin' tears thinkin' 'bout my brother
When I called him, he ain't pick up, lost my breath just like a hiccup
But the nigga that hit him up, he got hit up
And I still be in my city 'cause the streets know I'm that nigga, don't forget it
I got more digits, more triggers, more bitches
And we all richer, bitch, the Ghost was four-fifty
And I'm still with it, pull up smoke 'em, no pity
Know my story notorious, I did it, no Biggie, ayy

They don't understand the pain that come with fame
Rockin' all these diamond chains, but I still ain't changed
So hard for me to stay the same
Livin' with these flashbacks inside my brain
All the memories when we were spinnin' back at night
Gotta put the silence on the gun it ain't no flashing lights
All the memories when we were spinnin' back at night
Gotta put the silence on the gun it ain't no flashing lights

All them nights we was out hustlin'
All them nights we was still strugglin'
All them nights niggas caught buggin'
All them nights we was still thuggin'
All them nights shit was really bad, right?
We was all we had, right?
We were seein' flashlight
We were seein' flashlight

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AYE

(D.a. Got that dope)
G Herbo

Ayy, ain't get no cut, but I'm rockin' some diamonds
We talkin' bitches, I'm f*ckin' the finest
Bae, I couldn't stay in that pussy, I'm grindin' (phew)
Ayy, ayy, ridin' so low in the Lamb', how you find me?
Sike, I got choppers and killers behind me
Ain't yellin' "Slatt" but the inside slimy
Bulletproof 'Lac when I land in the 'Raq
Swear he used to sell crack, now he in the Maybach
I was goin' on hits way before I hit plaques
You can look up my stats, been that nigga way back (ayy, ayy)
When my pockets was flat, now two or three chains cost like three hundred racks
'Til I'm spendin' this shit, don't want none of it back
Everybody love me, they be f*ckin' with that

And these bitches be (ayy, ayy, ayy)
All these hoes be (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got the bros with me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep poles with me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Designer clothes on me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bankrolls (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fake friends (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hate those (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Spray Glocks (ayy, ayy)
Dracos (ayy, ayy)
My eyes (ayy, ayy)
Can't close (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Get guap (ayy), blue hundreds (ayy), pesos (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm up (ayy, ayy, ayy), they know (ayy, ayy, ayy)

(Offset)
You know who it is
Wildin', we trippin', got switches on lift (hey)
Walk down the block and I'm payin' the bill
We spin to feel it (walk down)
It's smoke? Let's go, just say what it is (it's smoke)
Make sure you finish 'em, nobody innocent (finish 'em)
Ridin' with menaces, shootin' broad day
And don't care about the sentences (sentencin')
Droppin' K, 100K for your innocence (hey)
He was poppin' too much, pay the penalty (poppin')
With his family, got spared, I'm a gentleman (spared)
Bought a brown Lamborghini, ain't cinnamon (skrrt)
Louis and Gucci and Prada, she gettin' it
I can run up a bag, this is fitness (fitness)
Don't be somethin' stupid, we standin' on business (stand on it)
Water diamonds, you wanna go swimmin'? (Water)
Make the money come back like a frisbee (come back, come back)
Wide body burnin' out
I f*ck and get out, nothin' to talk about (go)
Got shooters outside in the parkin' lot
We got sticks in this bitch, they escort me out (sticks)
Put this switch on the Glock for a motormouth (switch)
Shot the Draco so much, blew his shoulder out (hey)
I was trappin' out houses that's boarded out
Hundred bags on the way, I just ordered out (hey)

And these bitches be (ayy, ayy, ayy)
All these hoes be (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got the bros with me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep poles with me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Designer clothes on me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bankrolls (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fake friends (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hate those (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Spray Glocks (ayy, ayy)
Dracos (ayy, ayy)
My eyes (ayy, ayy)
Can't close (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Get guap (ayy), blue hundreds (ayy), pesos (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm up (ayy, ayy, ayy), they know (ayy, ayy, ayy)

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Blues

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Ayy

I'm a street nigga that got rich, I made curves off a brick
See a ho and hit the curve, what's the word? My name Swerve
Weed and crack I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds
My bitch snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves
Get it back, I hit the stu', be in traffic with the crew (ayy)
Keep my savage in the coupe, two ratchets wit' us too
I'm in Saks, just spendin' sacks, got patent on my shoes
Ain't nothin' happenin' in the 'Raq, the Caddy bulletproof (ayy)
Drac' go hackin' 'em like Shaq (grrah), we whacked him 'cause he lacked (whacked)
Bad bitch all on my lap, speak Latin and she act
Beat and crashed it off the yak, took traction off the trap
Bein' broke, that shit was whack, I ain't never goin' back (bitch)

Blues stacked on blues (racks), money went in my veins (Pluto)
Chocolate face in the presidential, could've bought AP (Pluto)
Bust it down, got Rockstars, drug traffickin' Fentanyl (yeah)
Cookin' dope up with a mask on (mask), cold-hearted, I tax 'em (cold)
Swerve on 'em, just wept (swerve), give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo (lesbo)
Put a bag on your block though (block), cold stash to a mobile home (woah)
Burnt the cash off a mobile phone (runnin'), drive past and knock the doors down (skrrt)
Body bag, it takes a cold world (syrup), wax a nigga, costa nostra

Fifty thousand in a Burberry store (Burb'), gave it all to the savage (savage)
Tip toein' on the marble floor (tip), like a ballerina know she nasty (nasty)
I'm snatchin' models out in traffic (traffic), snipin' bitches like I'm sexy (sexy)
A freak bitch and she sassy (sassy), I just re'd up, G-wagon (wagon)
Put a meal ticket on the tragedy (woo), put gold veneers on my cavities (I got it)
I've been ballin' on 'em like an athlete (ball), gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity (uh)

AK's right next to me, the whole gang off ecstasy
Your ho's exchange with me sexually, lotta gold chains, blue checks with me
I'm a renegade, ain't no checkin' me, and everybody in the 'Raq know (know that)
I been f*cked all the 'Raq hoes (phew), left the club in a black Rolls (ayy)
A nigga tweet, get blammed up, we done closed all the back doors
G-Wag' and a Lamb' truck, Swerv' already got those (bitch)

Blues stacked on blues (racks), money went in my veins (Pluto)
Chocolate face in the presidential, could've bought AP (Pluto)
Bust it down, got Rockstars, drug traffickin' Fentanyl (yeah)
Cookin' dope up with a mask on (mask), cold-hearted, I tax 'em (cold)
Swerve on 'em, just wept (swerve), give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo (lesbo)
Put a bag on your block though (block), cold stash to a mobile home (woah)
Burnt the cash off a mobile phone (runnin'), drive past and knock the doors down (skrrt)
Body bag, it takes a cold world (syrup), wax a nigga, costa nostra (costa nostra)

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Shaderoom

Aight, look, yeah
Hit a D'USSE, faint of the palm
Another one
Me and my brothers burnt
Back in this bitch with a little
I done, I done really f*cked it out
We don't even care what it cost
We real bosses
We gon' spin that shit, 'til we get exhausted, look
Nine-fifty, yeah

I done ran through like ten Ms, me and Sizzle, no bap
Before I made a rap, I was ridin' 'round, four straps
Niggas used to love me, I got rich, now they mad at me (what happened?)
Nigga, ask Chip, we spent a check before Gallery (call him)
Even when they hatin', can't get rid of me, they tired of me (uh-huh)
Everybody eatin', gettin' bonuses and salaries
Pull up in that shit, eatin' salads where the valley be (yeah)
Used to be on hits, bang-outs where the alleys be (baow)
It's me, yeah, it's me, Herbie G (G Herbo)
Went from 16-5 to Scotty P, thirty-three
Ran through sixteen rides, off of sixteen lines (sixteen)
Sixteen shots, he got hit sixteen times (brrt)
Ain't no funny shit (funny shit)
I could get your brother hit, that's what that money get (you know that)
We burnt out the last switch and bought another switch (another one)
I don't even post shit, but I'm so f*ckin' rich (f*ck it)
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, I'm with another bitch (another bitch)

Burnt out, but my days cool (bool)
Every day I'm on The Shade Room (damn)
See 'em hatin', I can't never lose (huh)
I ain't trippin', I just play it cool (uh, uh)
Burnt out, but my day is cool (uh, uh, uh)
Every day I'm on The Shade Room (you know that)
See 'em hatin', I can't never lose (I just never lose)
I ain't trippin', I just play it cool (I just play it cool)

Popped out on some trim shit (yeah)
Left the new foreign in the house, 'til the windows tinted (uh-huh)
I ain't pullin' up if shit rented, damn, it's been a minute
Quarter-million cash, I just made it, but I'm finna spend it
Ran through that bag, I ain't save it, I ain't even trippin' (woo)
I could get a dub from the label, but I'm independent
Actin' like I really ain't that nigga, listen to the critics (what?)
When that paper hit, don't say shit, listen to the crickets (dummy)
Since you always on the internet, check the analytics (uh-huh)
Shit keep comin' in, I double digits, now I'm double digits (woo)
Double spendin' (woo), I go double with it, I got double digits (woo)
Ten Ms, twenty Ms, thirty Ms, uh
I ain't owe shit, these Swerv' ms, you can't talk about these Ms
You ain't never earned Ms, workin' on some new Ms
I got albums turned in, I ain't touch the other Ms
Still spendin' show Ms, verse Ms (nigga)

Burnt out, but my days cool (bool)
Every day I'm on The Shade Room (damn)
See 'em hatin', I can't never lose (huh)
I ain't trippin', I just play it cool (uh, uh)
Burnt out, but my day is cool (uh, uh, uh)
Every day I'm on The Shade Room (you know that)
See 'em hatin', I can't never lose (I just never lose)
I ain't trippin', I just play it cool (I just play it cool)

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4 Minutes of Hell, Pt. 6

Uh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I beat the odds
Niggas act like I wasn't thuggin', for real, like (come on man)
I ain't been through and seen everything (G Herbo)
There is to see in this shit (No Limit Herbo, Lil' Herbie, EBK)
I'm a product of it (Lil' Herb)
I really just want you niggas to overcome this shit, like I did (it's Lil' Heron)
But, look, uh, yeah, yeah

They say thou shall not kill, but that's bullshit
Kobe never killed shit, they hit him with a full clip
I was in this shit, for real, you don't know how it feel
Foe'nem doin' citizens still, you ever been on a drill?
First I blew threw one mill', then I blew through two mill' (two mill')
Then I ran up four mill', I'm still stackin' new mill's (phew)
I'ma do what I do, still, f*ck I care how you feel
Fell out with my closest cous', I ain't talk to him in two years
This shit do get hectic, believe me, really be stressin', make it look easy
What is too many niggas on ten toes? I'ma always have respect for Jay Deezy
G Herbo, I've been that nigga they know, can't never say I ain't stick to the code
Late nights, opps used to come through, blow, next day, we on the search for they soul
I lost friends, that's how it go, I lost M's, that's how it go
Pray to God, we reach our goals, wake up seein' that's how it go
They found my lap', they want me to die, but once you in, that's how it go
I'm signed with rap 'til the day I die, but that's my twin, that's how it go
I remember one day we was high off pills
I was ridin' through the opps, it was me and Greg
They was poppin' out cuts, had to stop the car
Reverse up the block, he wasn't even scared
Since a kid, I've been seein' red, since a kid, I've been seein' dead
Remember the last conversation we had?
Ayy, lil' nigga, don't forget what I said
I land in the 'Raq and get right back to it
Lay a nigga flat, I let that strap do it, I used to let 'Cap do it (no cap)
Made a route, we had influence
Killers with straps, they ridin' congruent
Eight of Act', we was pourin' up deuces
Used to get Mally and Max into it
Old days, they gon' make Lil' Herb go back to his old ways
From the mud, I emerged, what I miss? Them old days
And they be funny with words, but we was on that all day
Made a lil' war, I slept in hard ways, for real
Now I got money, for real, but I miss all them days, still
And I ain't even in the field, but I can still call plays, for real
My first 100K, I seen the range of gettin' a million
My first time flamin', I stopped, ain't wanna hit a civilian
I'ma always rep for Roc, died for his block
Back when we was slidin' on opps, you couldn't even get in the car
Wish I could get my gun card, I can't, 'cause I was armed
Tryna be low-key without my charms, I can't, 'cause I'm a star (phew)
Can't believe I did this, I'm really livin' large (Swerv')
Keep niggas out my business, yeah, 'cause I'm in charge
Street life left me scarred (scarred), this shit broke my heart (heart)
I ain't gettin' nothin' back in return, feel like I gave my all
Spent the bag on my ice, spent it on my cars
Spent a bag on my bitch, spent it on my dawgs
Gotta spend that big to get rich, spent and now I'm rich (rich)
Been spent a bag, all on sticks, and we was lettin' 'em off
None of my problems is small, but this can't keep fallin' (fallin')
Too much pressure on my own, I don't even pick up calls (hello)
I can't break, I got too much at stake, so I'ma solve 'em
It's in my nature to eat up all that steak, 'cause I'm a dawg
I'm a boss, I can look up just how much I made, signed in the log
Chillin' with my kids, I'm makin' 400K, sittin' in the house
And my bitch like, "You don't ever be in the house, you should be in the house"
Them all facts, I ain't talkin' to stunt, all my bills, a hundred a month
I'm on the road, runnin' it up, pull up, froze, truck in the front
Lookin' straight, I'm drunk as f*ck, foe'nem smokin' a hundred a blunt
That's how I'm livin', this my life now, I don't give a f*ck what you don't like now
Still ridin' with thirties, you play with Lil' Herbie
And still'll get wiped down, like, right now
I'm locked in with niggas out of town
Them my mans and them, pipe down (pipe down)
'Cause they f*ck with me ain't grow up with me
But they sprayin' for me, right now (right now)
Got exhausted, my sauce, I lost it, but I found it
Say he changin', can't blame him, he overcame it, that's astoundin'
All the pain and the fears and the tears and the frownin'
He was broke, in the rain, bought chains, now he drownin'
All the love and the hate on his name, how it soundin'?
He got love for the game, can't play, but he around (what up?)

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Real Rap

Uh, uh, G Herbo

Way back in grade school, I was a baby bully
Now I sit down with the labels, I'm like, "80/20"
Before I ever bought Amiri's, it was grey hoodies
For every nigga, every bitch said I can't or couldn't
Pussy, listen, better think 'bout what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin 'nem in traffic, with like eight fully's
For real, they gon' kill, blood spill and take a pill
I knew I'd make a mil' ever since I was little
I'm on defense with my steel, but I like to drill
Wake up, work, and pay my bills, but I like to chill
I just bought another GT coupe, that's the lil' one
I watch Disney on the TV too, with my lil' ones
When you call me, I might fall through, 'cause I'm a real one
F*ck these rappers, 'cause they all fu', I don't feel them
My lil' ho', she know a hundred tricks, like Matilda
And on my strip, we took over shit, like the pilgrims (woo)

Butcher comin', nigga, yeah

I jumped in this shit, just to cause some terror, I'm not from the blogger era
Park my coupe by the truck that start up when I'm walkin' near it
The FBI try to make me a target just off of lyrics
I look and see a bunch of me's, this shit must be a wall of mirrors
I'm talkin' serious, Mr. Pyrex Man, I'm an arsonist, period
Facts, as far as stats go, I should be all American
But I thought the streets was cool, I was fallin' asleep in school
I made wine float on water, just like a Norwegian cruise
I ain't that patient with these hoes, shit like this be new to Earth
She only see niggas like me on TV or Google Search
F*ck a broke bitch, if she gon' front, like you usin' her
I f*ck one more time, then cut her off, 'fore she do it first
This spot, I had to take it, rappers in they imaginations
I really got plugs, drugs, and travel agents
Since way back, them felony charges been aggravated
Anybody who cross gang got a suit and a casket waitin', ah

Yeah, it's The Butcher
Swerv', we really like that
Really like that

A vampire, but I'm Blade, I got a different thirst
Couple million niggas made, bitch, I did it first
Couple opps came trim, then we did 'em worse
This my block, you get some clout, then you get a shirt
I'm really him, I did the Lamb', I done did the 'Vert
My bitch in every different whip, every different purse
My clique in every different Rollie, AP is crazy
I played the streets, I'm like Meech and JAY-Z

I played the game where it's deep, you know this gangster shit ain't cheap
I had a shootout, then I made a quarter-million in the same week
I'm at odds with a nigga I love, so we can't speak
That's my nigga, but I'm on what he on, 'cause I ain't sweet
Just take me for example, look what this shit made me
Be careful what you wish for, 'cause the paper don't change grief
Yeah, somewhere in Cali' with Swervo, Lamb' behind the turbel
They think I went commercial, there's killers in my circle

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Paid

Yeah, Swervo, big G Herbo, uh
Aw, it's so okay
It's gon' be okay, I know that
Might as well keep that
I got baby Essex out here in the 'Raq with me
It's okay

I got my gun on my lap (four nickel)
Still I changed my life, I got my son on my lap
Been on a run, I can't nap, I had a run before rap
If I ain't strapped, then we can scrap
But I was young makin' it clap, no soldier
Mention us, get whacked, I told you (grrt)
Chip always been on my shoulder
I got older, I got colder
Swervo had a long start, f*cked it off in Chrome Heart
Popped out with that .44, no pet, I let my dawg bark
Pussy, I don't think for you, I had to play my own part
When they hoes, niggas show it, I got rich and niggas know it
Been in this shit and never folded, got in jams and niggas toted
Paid bills like I owed it, break the whip, they think I sold it (skrrt)
Bodies droppin', talkin' slang a lot, you know we gotta code it (shh)
Broski catch a case on my behalf, he know he gotta hold it
OG and his kids golden, Draco' mini, I can't fold it
FN registered with my security, and I got one that stolen (yeah)
You know what that mean, might gotta flee the scene (get outta there)

Whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid
Bitch paid, niggas paid, never paid to get 'em slayed (bitch)
Took losses, niggas traded, cribs raided, still paid (still paid)
More time, niggas played, found out where them niggas lay (where they at?)
Really paid

My house got a maid, man, a young nigga made it
In the shade, hundred out six, ayy, but can't no nigga fade us (what up?)
Shootin' cee-lo, 100K on bets, 200K your best
Booked for shows, three or four months straight, 800K, no less
On the go, I can't see my kids, I'm like, "Okay, don't stress"
Niggas stressed, I hop in them whips, I'm like, "Okay, I'm blessed"
Go to church, I ain't been in church, because I can't confess
Put in work, nigga shot on me, I guess I ain't contest (baow)
F*ck niggas, get stretched for testin' me, I guess I ain't to test
I've been doin' shows for eighty Gs, so now I came for less
Swervo, I'm still yet to catch a hit, this street rap ain't for peasants
Niggas nervous in my presence, tryna make it pleasant

Whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid
Bitch paid, niggas paid, never paid to get 'em slayed (bitch)
Took losses, niggas traded, cribs raided, still paid (still paid)
More time, niggas played, found out where them niggas lay
Really paid

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Shordie

Big OZ on the keyboard and shit
(Hahaha, it's Don Rob)

'Cross the border (rockin' water)
I got flawless karat stones, look like water (it cost a quarter)
My lil' shorty (my lil' shorty)
Ride a Bentley, 'cross the border (in that order)
Fly, like jetski's, with my shorty (that's my shorty, huh, uh, ayy)
That's my shorty (that's my shorty), that's my shorty (that's my-)
Yeah, shorty (yeah, shorty, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, that's my shorty (that's my shorty, f*ck what you heard)
Yeah, that's my shorty (Gunna and Swerv')
Yeah, shorty

I'm right on deck, ayy, you ain't gotta ask me
Let me get that neck, let me get that back
I'ma park the Lamb', pull up in the Lex'
Ridin' like the presi', when I'm in the 'Raq
Say she need to text me, I got crack
On the 'Gram, she classy, but with me she nasty (freak)
Ayy (come here), lately, I'm rockin' with shorty (shorty)
You bitches ain't been important (at all)
Jury design the sportin' (okay)
I told her nine and forty (you know that)
Nigga get done if he run up, can't ever let 'em get one up
Tellin' me roll her a blunt up, she wanna f*ck 'til the sun up
Yeah, she wanna f*ck me on top of some twenties
But I don't got nothin' but hundreds
Ayy, she think I got a crib down in the A
'Cause I pulled up with Slime and with Gunna (slatty)
I make her wet, 'cause I'm havin' the sack
But I don't be with none of the stuntin' (none of the stuntin')
And she know she that, 'cause I gave her some racks
And I never give nobody nothin' (never), Swerv'

'Cross the border (rockin' water)
I got flawless karat stones, look like water (it cost a quarter)
My lil' shorty (my lil' shorty)
Ride a Bentley, 'cross the border (in that order)
Fly, like jetski's, with my shorty (that's my shorty, huh, uh, ayy)
That's my shorty (that's my shorty), that's my shorty (that's my-)
Yeah, shorty (yeah, shorty, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, that's my shorty (that's my shorty, f*ck what you heard)
Yeah, that's my shorty (Gunna and Swerv')
Yeah, shorty

Pullin' up in that four-door Maybach truck, with my lil' shorty (shorty)
Beat it if I wanna, I don't talk, I don't do no barkin' (no barkin')
Miami, St. Regent hotel, right across from Marni (yeah)
Peak with my lil' shorty (shorty), she know niggas' corny (lame)
Hittin' me when she horny (what up?), her old nigga borin' (borin')
Say she wanna record it (come on), in that foreign, like we
Runnin' laps, pull up to the spot, I got a party popper (popper)
Poppin' tags, got my shorty smokin' on a sticky pack (sticky pack)
Rich nigga, got used to that (used to that)
Swervo, I make more paper than usual, but I still be where the shooters at (yeah)
Shine, like if he with it, we get busy, yeah (get busy, yeah)
Got one hand, while I'm steerin', other hand sittin' on her kitty-cat (uh, uh, uh, uh)

'Cross the border (rockin' water)
I got flawless karat stones, look like water (it cost a quarter)
My lil' shorty (my lil' shorty)
Ride a Bentley, 'cross the border (in that order)
Fly, like jetski's, with my shorty (that's my shorty, huh, uh, ayy)
That's my shorty (that's my shorty), that's my shorty (that's my-)
Yeah, shorty (yeah, shorty, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, that's my shorty (that's my shorty, f*ck what you heard)
Yeah, that's my shorty (Gunna and Swerv')
Yeah, shorty

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After That

(Banger)
(Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger) uh

Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (f*ck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Land, blow like fifty grand then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the 'Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Went up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)

Don't get whacked 'bout chit chattin', pillow talkin' under covers
Split his ass like Kit-Kats, he get caught walkin' under them cutters (ayy)
Half a million to the lawyers, we got patience with each other
Dead broke investigation, in that station and he stutter
Hoes scandalous, I don't trust her
Talk too fast, she got a ass and this bitch bad but I don't love her
Got a bag but I won't cuff her (uh-huh)
She can't never get my time and she can't ride with me in public (swerve)
Eighty percent these hoes trash, my bitch nag but she ain't f*ckin'
I ain't goin' out like no sucker, I'm in my bag, I'm in my duffle (I'm in my duffle)
A lot of you niggas was the one then went out bad like David Ruffin
A lot of you niggas was my sons 'til I had sons and now you ain't nothin' (pussy)
Went to war, we let off guns I got home blood all on my butters

Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (f*ck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Land, blow like fifty grand then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the 'Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Went up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)

Just for Cap, we throw up B's that's how we bleedin' for my brother (on Cap)
And for Max, we throw up C's, ain't none but G's out the gutter (Max)
Ran through sacks I'm havin' G's, I got that cheese like some rubber (you know that)
Where I'm from ain't nothin' but hustlers, get this shit straight off the muscle (yeah)
On my street ain't nothin' but killers, I got shooters like the Rucker (ayy)
Why you think they yellin', "Drench him," them some shootin' motherf*ckers (ayy)
Ask the city bout No Limit, we some shootin' motherf*ckers (baow)
I'm just tryin' to get richer, they keep shootin' motherf*ckers (f*ck)
I was stuck in the trenches, now my ice hittin' and my life litter
Rap niggas get rich off suckin' dick, they act just like bitches
Reason you don't see me in no pics 'cause I don't like niggas (bitch)
Tweak with me that flame from out this glick go off like light switches (brrt)

Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (f*ck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Land, blow like fifty grand then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the 'Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Went up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)

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Outside Looking In

A good kid, raised in a world so tragic
Charm of his mama, and the heart of his daddy
Got his whole life ahead of him, he smart and he ready
With a crown on his melon, but it's hard and it's heavy
He was young, under pressure, love guns and aggressive
Too intelligent to be out actin' dumb 'cause he special
Went to jail at like twelve, had his run ins with oppressors
And he stayed in situations, like he made it his profession
Born over East, so he grew up on the Eastside
Had family on the Southside and burbs, he lived three lives
He shy but charismatic, read stories in his free time
He had love for the savages, way before he had his street ties
He was always labeled cool, he was always good in school
But he mastered bein' devious, didn't like to follow rules
Used to hang with older cousins, they was like his sisters, brothers
But he couldn't act like the youngest, they ain't cut him slack for nothin'
Doin' things they did as teens, so at like ten, he started f*ckin'
Wasn't from a broken home but it was hardly no discussion
He ain't learned the birds and bees, only Black Stones and Gs
Family functions, all he seen, was drinkin' Gin and smokin' weed
He ain't know they was misleadin' him, with all the shit they feedin' him
Dependent so he needed 'em, in a strange way they breeded him
For a cold world to be strong on his own, it gave him leadership
Set goals and had dreams, by any means, that he achievin' 'em
He barely spoke of anything, ain't think no one believed in him
He'd learn fast, circumstances turn 'em bad
Gained loyalty from his friends, sometimes he felt that's all he had
It's all good, they havin' fun
Next year, they all dead, f*cked up his head
Vicious now that he older, confident, he bolder (bolder)
Turnt into a soldier (a soldier), hardly ever sober (sober)
Big chip on his shoulders (shoulders), rap sheet like a folder (folder)
Could feel the walls closin' (closin'), he filled up with emotions
Still feel like he chosen, if they know him, call him, "Golden"
At that rap shit, he the coldest, but he don't know how to open, shit
So don't nobody know it, gotta find a way to show it
Thuggin' hard and he can't focus, this is chance and he can't blow it
Too much pride to ride a wave, now all the stars won't notice him
But he know he him
Fast forward with time, he on his grind, now they all over him
Now the niggas wanna be him, the ones that left, they comin' again
Now everybody want him to win, they wanna get in
Said ain't gon' never stop 'cause he locked in
And he gon' make it to the top 'cause he locked in
His strong will and his mind, that's his only friend
Shit ain't easy but it's fine, stay strategic with his time
Felt like when he picked up five, he just dropped ten
Took his losses to the chin, but he like, "Not again"
Most the shit he ever lost in life, he got again
Open your eyes and see, that nigga was me

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Survivor's Outro

Huh
That's probably the reason why I don't even write music no more, folk
I don't even know how to like, feel my vibe
I be goin' through like different moods and shit
Every time I try to write some music
When I be feelin' the vibe and wantin' to like, feel how I used to feel
I ain't even the nigga I used to be no more
So I be moody, goin' through different moods and shit
It be different, I don't even know how to, feel like I used to feel
I ain't that nigga no more
So whoever you lookin' for, you ain't gon' find him
You just gon' find me, uh
The nigga you used to know
Nigga you was lookin' for, used to blow pipes and tote dice
Blow dice, I mean tote pipes and blow dice (blow dice)
Whatever
Whatever, whenever
Uh

F*ck that bag (bag), used to f*ck that bag up (bag up)
Foe'nem playin' with this shit, but they gon smash somethin' (smash somethin')
Foreigns why the call me Swervo, used to crash 'em
Police at my mama house, they picked the Jag' up
Get your cash up, get your swag up
You a killer, right? Why you tag us?
Make your mind up, pussy boy, decide somethin'
Haters gon' manipulate, they tryna mind f*ck
I woke up like 8 A.M. 'cause I'm a grinder
Foe'nem called to wake me first 'cause they with sliders (they with sliders)
I can't let no nigga conquer us, divide us (divide us)
We was born kings, can't no one define us
We was in the trenches broke and f*cked the finest ones (finest ones)
Niggas know how gang rock, we had the loudest guns (loudest guns)
We can't hate, appreciate our way around the sun
We can't hate, appreciate a day around the sun (uh-huh)
I could never hate my daddy, now I got a son (two of 'em)
I love spendin' time with 'em, but I gotta run (uh-huh)
This life shit ain't cheap, this life shit ain't sweet
Made decisions gotta keep, I can't post delete
The internet wan' see me stressed, pullin' up old tweets
I ain't even into that shit, can't remember that shit
Whips, I used to rent them shits, and now I'm in that shit
She do too much hatin' shit, can't defend that bitch
I can't lie about my past so I made that list
Hoes be on hatin' shit, I can't take that risk
Uh, uh, can't erase what I did
But if that glove don't fit then you must acquit (quit)
I was f*ckin' shit lit, I was just a jit (jit)
I was on some sick shit, I was just a jit
I can't even think I'm special, that's just how we live
That's why niggas fourteen, out here havin' kids
That's why niggas fourteen, out here doin' bids
I couldn't chase my dreams but knew 'bout .40 SIGs
Thirty Glocks, pull up, thirty shots
Never thought we'd hear 'em stop (stop), but we heard 'em stop
She a teen ain't have no pops (pops), but she had a crop top
Nigga ain't have no pops (pops), but he had a drop top (top)
For real