[Produced by DJ L]
[Intro]
[Hook]
Drug raids, conspiracies, murders, homicides
Mommas cryin', that's was going down where I reside
Fuck the opps, they can't come outside
We let off shots every time they come outside
And if you looking for G Herbo, I bet I'm outside
You niggas rap about respect, well I'mma die 'bout mine
7-9, Roc Block, that's where I reside
Seen a lot of niggas die, but I'm not traumatized
[Verse 1]
Catch G Herbo on the 8 Block with a whole lot of savages
Lil' cuz in the cut posted, toting .30s and the Mac and shit
Bet not ride through, if we don't know you cuz poppin' out and he clappin' shit
Lil cuz only 16, really with the shits and he ain't average
Run up on you with the Glocks, send a couple shots, oso accurate
Spin again around the block, empty out the Glock, ain't nobody miss
And free Lil Mally, you know that's my lil' bro, he my other shooter
Mad Max, that's my big bro, you know Lil Merch'll do you?
I'm a Robin, Truey fiend, Gucci, Louis fiend, Herbo do his thing
All my jewelry, hundreds in my pocket, broke boy, miss me with the foolery
If you ain't No Limit, you can't cool with me
And I'm that nigga, I been fuckin' bitches sayin' they went to school with me
Catchin' feelings, that ain't got nothing to do with me
[Intro]
[Hook]
Drug raids, conspiracies, murders, homicides
Mommas cryin', that's was going down where I reside
Fuck the opps, they can't come outside
We let off shots every time they come outside
And if you looking for G Herbo, I bet I'm outside
You niggas rap about respect, well I'mma die 'bout mine
7-9, Roc Block, that's where I reside
Seen a lot of niggas die, but I'm not traumatized
[Verse 1]
Catch G Herbo on the 8 Block with a whole lot of savages
Lil' cuz in the cut posted, toting .30s and the Mac and shit
Bet not ride through, if we don't know you cuz poppin' out and he clappin' shit
Lil cuz only 16, really with the shits and he ain't average
Run up on you with the Glocks, send a couple shots, oso accurate
Spin again around the block, empty out the Glock, ain't nobody miss
And free Lil Mally, you know that's my lil' bro, he my other shooter
Mad Max, that's my big bro, you know Lil Merch'll do you?
I'm a Robin, Truey fiend, Gucci, Louis fiend, Herbo do his thing
All my jewelry, hundreds in my pocket, broke boy, miss me with the foolery
If you ain't No Limit, you can't cool with me
And I'm that nigga, I been fuckin' bitches sayin' they went to school with me
Catchin' feelings, that ain't got nothing to do with me
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