G Herbo (2017) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle045 G Herbo
G Herbo's freestyle on Funk Flex showcases his raw storytelling and lyrical prowess, reflecting on his struggles, street life, and resilience. Released in 2017, this #HipHop track features a gritty delivery and a captivating beat. It highlights themes of survival and authenticity, resonating with fans and solidifying his status in the rap scene.
[Verse 1]
When they was workin', I was workin' harder than 'em
I was smarter than 'em
Maneski, no I never started with 'em
Still went farther than 'em
They like "boy be cautious near em
Herbo keep that carbon with him"
Standin' firm on what he speakin' so you can not bargain with him
Everything I learnt was in the streets
I was turnin' to a beast
Had to humble down cause I was over East
Every lion can be killed
Any object can be built
Any ship can sink it's all about the balance and the tilt
And it's all about survivin'
All about providin'
Dead presidents the only thing I recognizin'
Tryna jeopardize mine I can't reconcile with
Niggas on that foul shit, my lil niggas wildin'
Bodies steady pilin'
I told 'em they too violent
He blamed his environment and we all just started laughin'
But really it's the truth and that's why all the youngins blastin'
All the youngins slidin', they catch 'em they gon' smash 'em
How you gon' help 'em, if you ain't gon' help 'em
Ain't got nothing for 'em to do, know they got somethin' to prove
Backpack half full but he not comin' from school
Hustlin' on the block, he ain't want nothin' but shoes
Pistol on him cocked like he got nothin' to lose
Like his moms ain't at the house, thinkin' he in after school
You the type to have her clueless when she cryin' on the news
You the type to have her clueless when she cryin' on the news
He was in the trenches, bookbags trappin' by the school
He got hit up, crowd split up
Pick the shit up like a sit up
Once you go down it's hard to get up
That's the game, I don't make the rules
So I'm just chillin' in the hot spot, sellin' cool off
I can never take the tool off, take my jewels off
I'll work on any holiday
Give me April Fools off, cause these niggas clown
I'm high can't bring me down
Promoters want me outta town
They just had to get me down
Evere since a nigga stood up, they been tryna sit me down
Every time I throw my hood up, they go crazy in the crowd
You see L's everywhere, gold chains everywhere
Started somethin', we shot it up
I tried to tell 'em they don't care
Got a 50 in the glizzy and the Draco they ain't fair
Playing Call of Duty get a halo, let 'em wear it
Black mask, black Glock, whole month of February
When they was workin', I was workin' harder than 'em
I was smarter than 'em
Maneski, no I never started with 'em
Still went farther than 'em
They like "boy be cautious near em
Herbo keep that carbon with him"
Standin' firm on what he speakin' so you can not bargain with him
Everything I learnt was in the streets
I was turnin' to a beast
Had to humble down cause I was over East
Every lion can be killed
Any object can be built
Any ship can sink it's all about the balance and the tilt
And it's all about survivin'
All about providin'
Dead presidents the only thing I recognizin'
Tryna jeopardize mine I can't reconcile with
Niggas on that foul shit, my lil niggas wildin'
Bodies steady pilin'
I told 'em they too violent
He blamed his environment and we all just started laughin'
But really it's the truth and that's why all the youngins blastin'
All the youngins slidin', they catch 'em they gon' smash 'em
How you gon' help 'em, if you ain't gon' help 'em
Ain't got nothing for 'em to do, know they got somethin' to prove
Backpack half full but he not comin' from school
Hustlin' on the block, he ain't want nothin' but shoes
Pistol on him cocked like he got nothin' to lose
Like his moms ain't at the house, thinkin' he in after school
You the type to have her clueless when she cryin' on the news
You the type to have her clueless when she cryin' on the news
He was in the trenches, bookbags trappin' by the school
He got hit up, crowd split up
Pick the shit up like a sit up
Once you go down it's hard to get up
That's the game, I don't make the rules
So I'm just chillin' in the hot spot, sellin' cool off
I can never take the tool off, take my jewels off
I'll work on any holiday
Give me April Fools off, cause these niggas clown
I'm high can't bring me down
Promoters want me outta town
They just had to get me down
Evere since a nigga stood up, they been tryna sit me down
Every time I throw my hood up, they go crazy in the crowd
You see L's everywhere, gold chains everywhere
Started somethin', we shot it up
I tried to tell 'em they don't care
Got a 50 in the glizzy and the Draco they ain't fair
Playing Call of Duty get a halo, let 'em wear it
Black mask, black Glock, whole month of February
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