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(Zaytoven) From the top, bro Yeah G Herbo I'm post-traumatic And my n***a Zaytoven back out here in the 'Raq with me It's his third time out here in like thirty days For real I told him I just need some gutter sh*t, just goin' all Crazy, so that's the way he been on it, uh I'm that n***a, when I talk, the streets be listenin' I ain't see myself this far 'cause I was riskin' it Now when I hop out the car, I'm always glistenin' Half my n***as facin' death or just in prison, man I can't trust 'em if I question his intentions then You tryna kill me, why the f**k you in my mentions then? (pu**y) I completed missions that I could've been statistics in Gotta be logistic, all a n***a need is vision, man Why these n***as snitchin'? Gotta pay for your decisions, man I ain't never quitted How the f**k you think I'm rich again? Charges ain't acquitted Gotta give my lawyer this again Soon as that sh*t hit the fan, I gave him fifty bands Saw my first homi' and I got excited Can't rap 'bout too much, I might get indicted Even though I know better, yeah, I'm still like it Reason why I tell my youngins live righteous Loyal too much, that's like one of my vices Me, Molly gang, b*t*h, we tight as a vice grip High-speed chases, you know how we slidin' Why we need licenses? We dirty and ridin' Still out here with my n***as Kobe and Capo, I'm still in my feelings Remember pickin' up MACs every day, all fillers I'm thinkin' vengeance, I still got my 30 in traffic Herbo, what happened to you? Get the f**k back 'fore I snap, it'll happen to you I ain't like them n***as be rappin' to you Yeah, I can see you ain't really got no savage in you Hold it all in, but that sh*t really got to you Say you love money, tell me, what do the cash do for you? Can't see your kid as much when you need balance, that sh*t really damaging you (f**k) I see your charisma, you got some talents in you (I do) I'ma keep real, don't sound like this rap sh*t really ain't a challenge to you (It ain't) Up a million, but your hitters ain't got nothin', that's not valid (Oh no) n***a, my baby boy a star, but I'm not Khaled, your soul Ayy, n***as wanna pray for my death like SoSo Meanwhile, I was gettin' high in the suite while my girl got on no clothes n***as cold hoes (Hoes) Fold like ho clothes (They clothes) Herbo an old soul (Ayy) Rockin' some rose gold (Ayy) All of my shows sold (They sold) Vegan, closed doors (Damn) 2015, could've paid me 10K cash or four 'bows I'm that n***a Take a picture, I'm that n***a now Really that n***a, uh Taxes different, seven figures now Still up on that same sh*t as before, just a lil' different now Still'll hit 'em, I just ain't the one pullin' the trigger now But nah, for real, though Gotta make sure our youngins good Gotta make sure our ladies good It's time to govern our neighborhoods Lil' bro, stop the drillin' Cut all that dumb ass senseless killin' I got us if you willing f**k drug dealing, we up to millies, uh
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