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letra de my soul - g herbo

[intro]
it’s real life
i learned like, n-gga be more happy when you just livin’ in now
when i live in my past, it be depression
then when i live in the future, it turn into anxiety
(godd-mn, bj want another one)

[verse]
now i’m back on the road (uh)
and we only eight deep, but everybody totin’ a pole
you might see me fifty deep, think most of them gon’ fold (for real)
i still got a glock on me, but most of them don’t know (shh)
ridin’ to the riches, it was lonely on that road (uh)
everybody hit the wash and rise, but herb had to carry the load (you know that)
n-ggas b-tches, talkin’ like they wanna blitz, but just give a hint
and we was really, really with the sh-ts, before them whips, i was jumpin’ the fence, uh
put him in cement, then i’m ridin’ tint (let’s get it)
when i go through sh-t, ain’t got n0body to vent to
if you ain’t go on hits, you can’t talk ’bout what he meant to you (p-ssy)
and they don’t owe me sh-t, still’ll do this when i’m rich
i still bang l’s, don’t know if i’ma go to h-ll
hope i see heaven where my granny prayin’ i prevail (g herbo)
i’m still duckin’ cells, don’t know if i’ma go to jail
tote a glock at night and i know they ain’t gon’ give me bail (d-mn)
tryna do right, still doin’ wrong, so i know it’s hard to tell (d-mn)
i’ll never tell on n-ggas, although i know it ain’t hard to tell (f-ck ’em)
you don’t know who i f-ck with, yeah, i make it hard to tell (f-ck ’em)
never wrote mally a letter, although i know they ain’t hard to mail (you know i love you)
i was hangin’ with grown men like slug and rell ’cause i was advanced
a lot n-ggas be talkin’ for clout, they was in the house when i was in jams
‘member i had to run my route, i’ll kick a b-tch out just like she pam
it’s 6 a.m. in the stu’ in l.a., i flew straight from the yams (skyami, uh)
‘member my first time in miami, i’m like, “d-mn” (uh-huh, uh-huh, d-mn)
now i f-ck up 50k a weekend, ain’t even carin’
pulled up to the stu’ in hot seaters, truth or darin’
now i pull up in that two-seater, new mclaren (yoom)
now i pull up in that black truck, kevlared up
i pulled up in every single whip, now i don’t give no f-ck
i done ran through twenty, thirty whips, now i don’t give no f-ck
f-cked it up, i f-cked up way too many m’s, what the f-ck? (what the f-ck?)
[outro]
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack, mm, ’bout no sack (big g herbo)
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack (i ran through, man, none of this sh-t i spared, you know what i’m sayin’?)
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack, mm (ayy, look, ’cause i really did for real, no bap)
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack (a lot of sh-t you n-ggas doin’ right now i been did)
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack, mm, ’bout no sack (five, ten years ago)
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack (i really did teach you n-ggas the game if you listened, but)
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack, mm (uh, yeah)

- g herbo

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