Letra de Sins - G Herbo

I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth

I respect the grind man

Niggas who be they self you try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain't and you never been

I just can't relate to it, look

The rap game kill niggas, literally

It turn gangstas into drag queens

They look down on workin' hard like it's a bad thing

Shit I'm the last man standin' if you ask me

I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week

Remember niggas in they Benz's ridin' past me

I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation

And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation

Ain't wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient

Young nigga said, "Fuck Jordans" went and copped a Sauer

Ruth's Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya

I'm from Chiraq but I got killa niggas in the Nola

Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya

Don't put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya

Don't put ya trust up in these niggas, man fuck these niggas

Cause when you ain't so beneficial they stop fuckin' witcha

That's why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas

And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas

But I know my niggas ain't nun like no other niggas

If you ain't grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga

No we don't do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets

We ain't trippin' bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks

And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey

If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief?

Instead of tellin' Instagram what you make a week?

Ten-thou', twenty-thou' that's what you make a week?

On my mother, fly nigga, spend that shit on briefs

Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees

Fifty-thou', hunnid-thou'? I spend that shit on jeans

Stunt on me? Lil nigga please, I do this shit with ease

A thousand on my G-Fazo's I don't do Giuse's (Giuseppes)

Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B's (I love Balmain)

200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin' P's (Postooo!)

But I ain't tryna stunt my nigga, run it up, Imma run it up

Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don't fuck it up

Couple hunnid-thou', I done fucked it up

Went and got it back told myself "enough"

Had to slow down I was in a rush

Two or three hunnid' always in the cuffs

Spent 500 when I woke up

Young nigga living I ain't give a fuck

Spent ten thou' like it wasn't nun

Remember them days I ain't have nun

Slide in them foreigns totin' them thirties nigga, we slidin' always stunting

Don't IG none of our cars, can't let niggas know how we comin'

But niggas know how we comin'

No Limit M.B. we drummin'

Pull up, everybody start runnin', know foenem gone hit sumn'

I ain't worried bout none of my enemies, I know I'm gone hit sumn'

I'm on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money

But I know I'm on my way to better days

Some niggas hatin' they wanna see me in my grave

Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage

I jumped off that porch, and I knew what was comin' I seen it in so many ways

But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can't let that shit drive me insane

On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days

In the cut wit that bitch gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence

50 shots and we bang, "Jumpout" the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents

And my niggas, they still in the hood everyday

Bitch I'm the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road

All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it (Haann)

That's why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas

And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas

But I know my niggas ain't nun like no other niggas

If you ain't grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga

No we don't do no twitter beef, we really in these streets

We ain't trippin' bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks

And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey

If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

1Fifty Dream Team the Campaign man

I'm focused full fledged, you know what I'm saying

Just on my shit, I ain't too much

Anticipating all this other shit

What niggas got going on

I'm just on my own shit man

Big G Herbo, you already know what it is

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