Letra de Torn - G Herbo

If I’m just here to help you then I’m cool with that

I don’t wanna but I gotta move with that

If I got my pole then I’m using that

Long as I got my soul I can’t lose with that

I can’t tell my wrongs from my rights

Got me feeling like I been alone all my life

And I been a gangster all my life

Tryna face my fear and shedding tears on my pipe

Way before I gained fame I was living like it

Couldn’t afford a gold chain and I was looking like it

But I ain’t had no dirty sneaks I was in the trenches

Black gloves for like thirty weeks heart full of hate no debate

Let that thirty speak (Grr)

White tees turn to white sheets

Riding bulletproof New York to Philly, I feel like Meek

I got tired of the streets, I had to give it up (Up)

Then the day I lost my brother, I ain't give a fuck

On a route and if it's more of us, split it up

Rap diss and catch his tour bus, hit it up (Baow)

Witness so much death, it ain't no rules, get a ref' (Uh-huh)

Bust this wide left, they callin' 911, Wyclef (Uh)

I don't know the future, I don't know where I'm going

And I'm with some shooters but I'm blowing

I can't go out sweet, my niggas need me

Call me hieroglyphics, you can't read me

Remember I lost Kobe cried all evening (All evening)

Took another loss then cried while I’m grieving

We lost Richie Rich we lookin' for seasons (Yeah)

Police on my dick they lookin' for reasons

I can't do a bid I'm moving strategic (G Herbo)

Forty on my rib guess I'm still a heathen (You know that)

Shot but I'm back on the block, I'm toting and bleedin'

And he got hit like I got hit but he ain't fucking breathin'

This that real dope shit like I need a needle

This that Lil Heron flow but you don't know him either

Say they want that Lil Herb but you don't know him either

You see me on Instagram but you don’t know I’m evil

This shit get vicious over here, Danny Glover lethal

I been rapping all year like Nasir on Ether

Sitting with a full plate and I can’t even eat it

Totin' Hammers catching cases still ain’t even beat it (Uh)

I was poor, I decided I ain't living like that no more

Honestly, I ain't lying like that no more

High speeds, I ain't riding like that no more

Lord please, sick of funerals don't want no more of these

Bless me with some mansions and some foreign keys

Bless me with some money no more mourning

Let me see my kids in the morning

Praying on my knees, I need a warning

Ain’t no fury like a woman scorned

Every single rose got a thorn

I used to be whole now I’m torn

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