Real G Herbo

[Verse 1]
I grew up just a fucking screw up
I'm talking way before the money, when a nigga blew up
I'm talking nothing in my stomach, water what I threw up
I came from under, in that gutter, where it rain manure
Where don't nobody want a future, all the shorties shooters
But you can't judge that young man just by what he doing
You don't understand the circumstances, how he grew up
He ain't never had a father, watched his momma toot up
I came up with them hot boys, everybody knew us
15, 16, niggas tryna' do us
Can't trust a soul cause for that cash yo niggas turn to Judas
I'm telling you the truth, my nigga, cause I really do this
Now Herbo always on the road, I guess I'm a tourist
Scream my name at all my shows, I guess I'm the truest
Let me stop acting like I don't know, yes, I'm the truest
To put this rap game in a choke hold, yes, I'm the newest
But still that youngin' from the bottom, started off with nothing
And now I'm all about my dollas all across the country
I'm working hard because I'm starvin' and you niggas lunch meat
I get respect in every city, dare a nigga touch me, i's gon get ugly
I was hateful now I'm living lovely, it's marvelous
Everybody screamin' "gang", but they don't know who started it
That's a shame how my city the same, some fucking followers
Keep the fame and don't mention my name, unless your dollars up
Nigga