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letra de intro - g herbo

[verse]
i do it for the haves and the have nots
all he has was a half and a glass pot
gotta race ’till he the first one with the last rock
everyday you see his face just like a mascot
trapping out the honda, no he never had a stash box
ducked an armed violence, that was at the last spot
ever since a kid he seeing coke all around him
born to hustle that’s his only hope all around him
went to school stylin’, middle school’s wildin’
he ain’t care for school ’cause he knew his true talent
how he gon’ survive in a world full of savages?
born to get some money but’ll k!ll gotta balance it
he can’t fold under pressure (uh-uh)
life full of challenges
he know how to move, he a foll with -n-lysis
seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him
he breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis
really seen catastrophes
i be rappin’ average, [?] homie had some tragedies
probably why he act like this
but back the [?] at hand
rap ’till you get advanced
home’s got a different plan with 550 grams
strapped with it in his hand
trap just a ceiling fan
finger on the trigger, take a tap just to k!ll a man
push ’em to the limi, watch him snap just like any man
steady poppin’ [?], he blacked off them milligrams
you don’t live how he live, you don’t feel the man
ain’t no lil’ bitty pill just gon’ heal a man
he can’t chill he need a pill, guess he too militant (uh)
oh you just like us, they robbed you of your innocence, uh?
real menaces we up like dennises, uh
played with pistold, we ain’t have no sega genesis (uh-uh)
no curriculum, can’t punctuate our sentences or nothin’
n-ggas posed to been on prom doing sentences (that’s [?] up)
better get your buck up
remember i was [?] daddy said i lucked up but it wasn’t no luck for us
n0body had nothin’ for us i was with some real [?] but it wasn’t enough of us
held the whole hood down, [?] had to toughen up
he gangsta but can’t ride with my crowd, he ain’t rough enough
i’m humble but my city in a headlock and a uppercut
don’t talk about no millions or nothin’ ’cause you ain’t touch enough
my head race i’m riding alone
just my mind and this chrome
used to live in all apartments, now i’m riding to a home
and i spend like 1.5 on my diamonds alone
only count on who gon’ still be by my side if it’s gone, just a hand full
you can’t never have no win if your mans lose
exploitation off your mans that’s a fan move
f&n have that man doing dance moves
keep your friends cool, don’t be no [?] fool
gotta stay ruthless in the streets ’cause ain’t no [?] rules
just staying free, gave half a million to them [?] jews
now why the club just let us in with all these [?] tools and all these bamboos sticks
we ain’t worried ’bout no opps
yeah could suck a d-ck, i just stayed an extra thirty minutes taking pics
trigger happy we been buyin’ l!ck since jits
g-money always been the one that had a sixth sence
we ain’t never get pinched
no coincidence, we was supposed to get rich
’cause we was meant for this
now all we know arithmetic
but everybody with the [?], i hope it ain’t no incidents
’cause everybody in some whips with the new tints like ain’t sh-t happen
and it ain’t no n-ggas in this b-tch doin’ sh-t like this
clique ain’t no more room for you b-tch boys
quit rappin’ (ptsd)

- g herbo

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