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We was young rebels, renegade heavy, war ready Niggas wanted our respect 'cause they old I'ma get it on my own, I ain't one to mold We like, "Why be under niggas when we know they hoes?" Had they back out selling coke, man, 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 Niggas 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 niggas 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, nigga, 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 nigga Pick a bitch cause that jury ain't 'gon root for ya Ya know, trials and tribulations, man SongtexteThat'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 pussy boy infected Now my family and real niggas 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 bitch eating breakfast If you starin' too long, I ain't second guessing How long you think it take to out this bitch, just a second Hating on a nigga cause your bitch 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 nigga cause he flexing Let a nigga a flex, mad cause we rich Mad and you sick, really on my dick You know me as G Herbo, worry me 'bout shit 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 shit, I was like twelve Cuz told me, "You will learn more the older you get" Soldiers and shit, I was in the field That's the reason I be rapping all soulful and shit Load up the whip, this one for my niggas got hit Pulling up top, hold up the clip This some whole other shit, living like this Have a nigga twenty five, looking old as a bitch G Herbo, uh Ya know, gang shit, man Ya know, 150 dream team, 150 Roc Block Humble Beast, Essex block 79th and Essex, Roc block Kobe squad, cap or die, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania