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G Herbo
Way back in grade school
I was a baby bully
Now I sit down with the labels
I'm like
Before I ever bought Amiri's
It was grey hoodies
For every n***a
Every ***** that I can't have cut it
P***y
Listen
Better think 'bout what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin and 'em in traffic
With like eight fully's
For real
They gon' kill
Blood spill and 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 watched Disney on the TV too
With my lil' ones
When you call me
I might fall through
'Cause I'm a real one
**** these rappers
'Cause they all food
I don't feel them
My lil' ho'
She know a hundred tricks
Like Matilda
And on my strip
We took over ****
Like the pilgrims
Woo
Butcher comin'
N***a
Yeah
I jumped in this ****
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 **** must be a wall of mirrors
I'm talkin' serious
Mr Pyrex Man
I'm an author
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 h*es
**** like this be new to Earth
She only see n***as like me on TV or Google Search
**** a broke *****
If she gon' front
Like you usin' her
I **** 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
D**gs
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 n***as made
*****
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 ***** 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 played the game waist-deep
You know this gangster **** ain't cheap
I had a shootout
Then I made a quarter-million in the same week
I'm at odds with a n***a I love
So we can't speak
That's my n***a
But I'm on what he on
'Cause I ain't sweet
Just take me for example
Look what this **** 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
