Letra de Traffic - G Herbo

What if all of us took that attitude, after we face a rejection and a no one

We have a meeting and no one shows up, or somebody say: You can count on me, and they don't come through

What if we have that kind of attitude: The cards repossessed, nobody believes in you

You've lost again and again and again, the lights are cut off

But you're still looking at your dream, reviewing it every day and say to yourself

It's not over, until I win

Went to the floor, got back, only way up, know how to stack the racks

Do it again, so they know that you him, make an M, make another M after that

I'm a real nigga, deserve the throne, turnt them up, put you on, matter of fact

First year niggas flew to Cali alone, going home, they caught murders out the rack

We scratch red ass, fuck a scat, pull up Maybachs back to back

Niggas rich, but they getting whack, fuck your sack, go and catch a hack

Before my plaques, you still crack, sipping on act, hit me off track

Too much stress, I'm trying to relax, pouring up purple right now, relapse

Flexing like I got my income tax

Staring these bitches, keep waving they hand like jumping jacks

Banging, used to rock red and black like lumberjacks

Doing everything I said on wax, hop right out the back, they go max

I used to clap before rap, ain't gotta talk on no app

I go everywhere with my strap, I got my strap on my lap

He call me loafing as bap, that mean my guard never down

Caught a main op, woke the town, made his hoe ass take a nap

Sipping on my cup, slide in the traffic

Riding in traffic, waiting on the traffic

I'm getting fucked up, riding in traffic

Sliding in the traffic, looking for them in traffic

I cannot get stuck, waiting in this traffic

Hate this fucking traffic, everyday I'm in traffic

Buy a brand new whip, tinted wrapping, hopping traffic

Killers all in my whip, we in traffic, traffic, traffic, traffic

Hot like 500 degrees, dropped my top and felt the breeze

Beat the streets, I left with ease, we was out giving the belt to G's

Hit everything between his sleeves, paramedics trying to help him breathe

I'm trying to let my killers eat, searching this shit on Yelp, we need it

Fuck ns say the trench is evil, you ain't need nothing to feed them

Can't look out for our killers, you ain't got no self-esteem

I couldn't even grieve my ns, used to get too high off lean

Percocet suppress my feelings, cock that bitch back, let it ring

Can't believe I'm having cream, I ain't used to have a thing

Malcolm X by any means, I couldn't even have a dream

I'ma hustle till I'm tired, I ain't never got a scheme

I know I'ma win the title as long as I got a team

Running shit like J-Run title, I'ma keep getting rich, that's vital

Big swerve, these little ns idol you, but these little ns ain't nothing like you

Them street niggas worship me in the booth, they know I done burnt the mic or two

No camera, I know how to shoot, come down like God and strike you

I make every man rich, try and break the cycle

Never shake your hand, bitch, I don't fucking like you

Roaches in the kitchen, at it real bad like Michael

Young and selling dope, and I kept a jab like Mike D

Wanna go to war, gotta have heart, that shit frightening

Walking in the dark, 40 Spark, look like lightning

Catch a nigga right then, let off ten, that's exciting

Herbo on offense and defense like a tight end

Sipping on my cup, slide in the traffic

Riding in traffic, waiting on the traffic

I'm getting fucked up, riding in traffic

Sliding in the traffic, looking for them in traffic

I cannot get stuck, waiting in this traffic

Hate this fucking traffic, every day I'm in traffic

Buy a brand new whip, tinted wrapping, hopping traffic

Killers all in my whip, we in traffic, traffic, traffic, traffic

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