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Herbert Wright III (born October 8, 1995), better known by his stage name G Herbo (formerly known as Lil Herb) is an American rapper and songwriter from Chicago, Illinois. Herb is signed to Machine Entertainment Group. He has released the mixtapes Welcome to Fazoland (2014), Pistol P Project (2014), Ballin Like I'm Kobe (2015), and Strictly 4 My Fans (2016). His studio albums are his debut Humble Beast (2017) and, with Southside of 808 Mafia, Swervo (2018), his first major release through Epic Records. more »

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Verse 1   -- 
 
Come on just think about it before you kill about it (come on)
See what s really bout' it
Chill out and analyze
tell me how you feel about it (uh, feel)
But one thing about it im really bout it
Did S*** aint trip about it think about it
But we wasn't just doin it to anybody (nu-uh, never)
N**** you don't get no points for no innocent bodies (goofy)
Pussy you aint even hit who you shot at (pussy)
In a jam he grabbin a B**** to shield his body
All these new street N****s they really rottin
Same N****s ridin around getting high outside killed his bro with a smile N****s really plottin
Lot of N****s twenty-nineteen gettin' killed with they partnas (uh-uh)
And N****s stories mixed with they body language don't be adding up
How they really rockin'
In a lil pouch or something arm reach where my glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid
What you starin' for
Pacing back and forth ima need you to stop that
I can turn nothin' to somethin' how you top that
If I want somethin' its nothin' I can cop that
Humble but you know my S*** I'll pop that
Stand up straight in the maybach where the top at
Im inspiration for N****s who trappin'
Voice for the N****s who always get shot at (grrrrr)
I'm living proof you can get off the black
This for every hood I don't care if you not black (uh)
 
Verse 2
I been from the snake pits
to a lion's den
I was in a Benz (Benz)
riding with my friends
Riding with FNs (FNs, uh)
Cried with my mans (real)
Lives in each other's hands this is not pretend
I ain't playin' with emotions I won't show my hand (uh-uh)
Give the hustle my devotion so I know I can (yeah)
I ain't dealing with promotion just so they know what im sayin'(uhuh)
Need the backend 8-4 hours before the show when I land
I had a buck before school bought three bags of chips and a soda in the can (I did)
Now i'm getting 30 a show and the strip just want me to show for a ten
All these millions touched my hands that's from taking chances (*whoooo*)
Ah they tellin' me im the man I ain't even settle in yet
Gotta get youngin together they starve on the regular (uh)
I came from sparking competitors my life was never no regular degular (uh)
Way before records etcetera I was with felons and narcotic peddlers (uh)
Tell em' just weather the weather the longer storm then the better the grass gonna grow
We was in the middle of wars had guns on ours waists we was selling our bags in the snow
But cant live this street forever its bread or berrettas I keep on tellin' em
For my N****s jailin' who B****es stop reading them letters but kept on mailin' em
Do this S*** for the bottom as long as I stay on top ima keep y'all relevant (uh)

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