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letra de just bars - g herbo

[intro]
gang
got a lot of sh-t on my mind i’ve been tryna’ get off me man
this for the streets, know what i’m saying?
this ain’t no 4 minutes of h-ll, pt. 4, none of that
this just bars right here
no limit mb, 150 rock block sh-t man
ball like i’m kobe, the mixtape
self-made, no n-gga never gave me sh-t man
self-paid, on my own, me and my n-ggas
my squad, you know?

[verse]
b-tch i’m still the hottest, i’m just being honest
turn me up a notch, i’m on supersonic
i ain’t been asleep, b-tch it’s 8 o clock
when you finish noddin’ me meet me at the top
g herbo in your city, fillin up the spot
leanin’ off the drop, mally got the glock
everywhere i go, robin, truey’d be up
louis, gucci’d up, all the newest stuff
while my diamond dancing and my robins glancin’
pocket full of jacksons, shoebox full of franklins
smoking on jamaican, all my clothes be stinkin’
i know n-ggas hatin’, choppas like the haitians
i ain’t single-chasin’, i’m just bein’ patient
everything i’m saying, history in the making
listen what i’m saying, i get in my zone
offer me a milli i won’t even take it
where i’m from man, mill look like a n-gga made it
when i milk the game it’s gon’ change up
feelin’ like a n-gga made it
run it back, there ya n-gga made it, huh
and i be ridin’ down lake sh0r-, gettin’ faded
dutchies, double cups, gettin’ wasted, thinking
i know ain’t no n-gga f-ckin’ with me
hottest, youngest in the f-cking city
all the b-tches wanna f-ckin’ l!ck me
cause i just left the summer jam with nicki
and she just helped me book a couple shows
i might hit the road and go chuck a fifty
hundred n-ggas and we got them poles
and they gon’ unload, you better not come near me
i be in the streets, catch me over east
when i see police, i don’t talk to any
when you basic all the b-tches complicatin’
when you getting money they start complimentin’
when it come to b-tches i done ran through several
you get on my level, n-gga now you pimpin’
i be d-gg-n’ hoes, never callin’ hoes
pillow talkin’ hoes, n-gga now you trippin’
coppin’ and i’m flippin, smoking and i’m sipping
f-cking and i’m pimping, package and i’m sending
rapping and i’m trapping, earning and i’m spending
make a broke n-gga learn to pay attention
if i do not f-ck with you it’s my decision
die a real n-gga, true to my religion
you might go out snitchin’, i’mma go no limit
everywhere he go you know his .44 wit him
all that i remember is a .44 hit him
i was off the lean, bro was off a bean
when we in the scene 30’s with the beams
leave a murder scene, we ain’t heard a thing
n-ggas hatin’, act like they ain’t heard of me
call my phone for verses like emergencies
swagger-jacking, they committing burglaries
i’m a trend setter, i’ll set it off
desert eagle same one as queen latifah
it’s a b-tch, press her, i’ll let it off
these lil n-ggas, man they can’t compare to me
they ain’t gon’ step to me cause i’m gon’ get it on
every day i leave the crib and sacrifice
i might go to prison, i might die tonight
’till that day i’m livin’, nah, i ain’t scared
lotta n-ggas b-tches, don’t know how to fight
leave ‘em wit’ a right, bro go get the pipe
look out for the cops, don’t see none in sight
all my n-ggas hustle, barely gettin’ by
stressin’, smokin’ ounces barely gettin’ high
out here seen a lotta real n-ggas die
prolly reason why a n-gga get so high
get so high feel like i live in the sky
i’m so high i could tell all my n-ggas hi
wish i had a chance to tell my n-ggas bye
hate to see my fam and my n-ggas cry
bodies dropping summer to the winter time
lotta n-ggas never see the finish line
if i’m by my lonely i still got it on me
that’s on every n-gga i got tatted on me
in the battlefield i lost my brodies
cmoe, peewee and i lost jacoby
i will never ever leave my brothers
he got on but he forgot his homies
know you brothers we all need each other
if i got it then you got it homie
believe that
all my n-ggas demons we still on the same sh-t
drop ’em,’ where the weed at?
150 dream team, all my shooters heat check
and we all on top, i ain’t even peaked yet, huh

[outro]
no limit mb, 4l
ball like i’m kobe, the mixtape
r.i.p all my n-ggas man, free all my n-ggas man
shout out my squad
shout out south side, you already know

- g herbo

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