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letra de many men (freestyle) - g herbo

many men
wish death upon a swervo
left on a glock right hand on the turbo
from the trenches either in a missle you a bozo
from where b-tches set they n-gga just for a fur coat
(hold on lemme come in look i gotta stand up real quick)
i seen youngins fourteen go to school wit pipes
i seen n-ggas lose they life cause they ain’t lose a fight
you know the streets is a maze gotta maneuver right
the sh-t you do on daily might not get you through the night
i was born in a world full of hatred if you got a weak mind youn make it
boy you got a chance out betta take it
and if not then it’s back to the basics
no heat roaches rats in the bas-m-nt
it’s like mom payin rent for a vacant
it’s still more to have what she makin
(?)wit a soul full of hate hit the streets start takin
and youn know the streets like hades and youn know the streets life crazy
homicides i done seen like 80 youngins cryin in the street my baby (uh hol on)
the rap game k!lled n-ggas, literally and turned gangstas into drag queens
they look down on workin hard like it’s a bad thing
sh-t i’m the last man standing if you ask me
i was just broke not long ago it feel like last week
remember n-ggas in they benz ridin past me
i never hated i just used that sh-t as motivation
i was lost up in the streets i needed navigation
ain’t wanna be no doctor lawyer ended up a patient
young n-gga said f-ck jordans when he copped the soya
ruth chris three times a week i got tired of goya
i’m from chi-raq but i got k!ller n-ggas in the nois’
i remember back when i was young n-gga
teacher stereotyped me as a dumb n-gga
now lil n-ggas wanna be like me
tell em finish high school don’t be like me
dropped out but i hit a high iq
i was on the 8 block totin’ doing high speeds
now i’m bossed up 150 dt
n-ggas wanna see me gotta run it by me
i was broke in the hood tryna buy gs
trappin out in white tees tryna buy nikes
and i’m still in the hood rockin white tees
all g-fazos still got on nikes
end of day so i would’ve went crazy but the money and fame never changed me
started rappin on some street sh-t
i was dead broke
ain’t n0body never gave me sh-t i had to sell dope
and when that sh-t get to movin slow we f-ckin with the c0ke
i can’t let them white folks lose me don’t catch us wit elbows
i was on ess-x in truey, now i’m rocking balmain, it was me and bibby , i’m 150dt, he rep boss bang
but i’m still nolimit that’s 150 too same thing as boss gang
junkies come and go in both ways out the trap house then the law came
when i first start sippin drank that sh-t was 50 a deuce
now that sh-t 4, 5 (?)

- g herbo

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