Letra de Real Rap - G Herbo

(Feat. Benny the Butcher)

Uh, uh

G Herbo

Way back in grade school, I was a baby bully

Now I sit down with the label, I'm like, "Eighty-twenty"

Before I ever bought Amiris, it was gray hoodies

For every nigga, every bitch said I can't have cut it

Pussy, listen, better think 'bout what you sayin' to me

My lil' cousin 'nem in traffic with like eight fullies

For real, they gon' kill, blood spillin', 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

Fuck 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 white float on water just like a Norwegian cruise

I ain't that patient with these hoes, shit like this be new to her

She only seen niggas like me on TV or Google search

Fuck a broke bitch, if she gon' front like you usin' her

I'll fuck 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 play the game waist-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 turbo

They think I went commercial, there's killers in my circle

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