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We was young rebels, renegade heavy, war ready

N**s wanted our respect 'cause they old

I'ma get it on my own, I ain't one to mold

We like, "Why be under n**s when we know they h**s?"

Had they back out selling coke, m**I know they told

I ain't get enough supply and I oversold

We was posted with the siege 'til the cells came

Get the bottles out the fridge now I know they cold

I be all over the bread like provalone

I been balling so hard now my shoulder blown

Get it back, I'm in the trap house, overload

All the Ziploc bags and the soda gone

N**s go on missions, mindset on going home

Then they don't have no idea why it's going wrong

If you out here with the squad then be smart with 'em

Don't play no part in it, you ain't got your heart in it

Couple n**s killers on them prison yards with it

Shooting hammers in them cars with a broad in it

What you thought she was gon' do for ya?

Not time or support, n**a, she ain't waiting too for ya

She ain't come through on the books with the loot for ya

You go to trial, she won't even buy a suit for ya

Win or lose on that verdict, it's the finals n**a

Pick a b**h cause that jury ain't 'gon root for ya

Ya know, trials and tribulations, man

That's what life about, ya know what I'm saying?

The fails, the falls, ups and downs

It's only to keep going, keep staring

Make you stronger, ya know what I'm saying?

Only the weak give up, but anyway

I know that I was destined

Ain't no coincidence, I know that I was blessed with

Too intelligent, I know I ain't to mess with

Rob me if you desperate, sure to get your chest hit

I be to myself just tryna get a check cause

Everybody else just p**y boy infected

Now my family and real n**s feel neglected

But I feel like if they love me they gon' respect it

Money on my head, how? I ain't get the message

Glass restaurant with my b**h eating breakfast

If you starin' too long, I ain't second guessing

How long you think it take to out this b**h, just a second

Hating on a n**a cause your b**h and him were sexing

Still got the hoe home tryna get her pregnant

Mad at the world cause you hiding your affection

Worst thing of all, kill a n**a cause he flexing

Let a n**a a flex, mad cause we rich

Mad and you sick, really on my d**k

You know me as G Herbo, worry me 'bout s**t

Turn up my flex a bit, have another fit

Curry on my hip, get hit out your lip

Filled with hollow tips, that's just off the rip

Glizzy got my palms all sweaty off the grip

Fingertips sticky, I just rolled up a zip

Boulders and s**t, I was like twelve

Cuz told me, "You will learn more the older you get"

Soldiers and s**t, I was in the field

That's the reason I be rapping all soulful and s**t

Load up the whip, this one for my n**s got hit

Pulling up top, hold up the clip

This some whole other s**t, living like this

Have a n**a twenty five, looking old as a b**h

G Herbo, uh

Ya know, gang s**t, man

Ya know, 150 dream team, 150 Roc Block

Humble Beast, Essex block

79th and Essex, Roc block

Kobe squad, cap or die, n**a