Lyrics : High School

From the top, bro
G Herbo
I'm post-traumatic
And my nigga 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 shit, just goin' all
Crazy, so that's the way he been on it, uh

I'm that nigga, 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 niggas facin' death or just in prison, man
I can't trust 'em if I question his intentions then
You tryna kill me, why the fuck you in my mentions then? (Pussy)
I completed missions that I could've been statistics in
Gotta be logistic, all a nigga need is vision, man
Why these niggas snitchin'?
Gotta pay for your decisions, man
I ain't never quitted
How the fuck you think I'm rich again?
Charges ain't acquitted
Gotta give my lawyer this again
Soon as that shit 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, bitch, 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 niggas
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 fuck back 'fore I snap, it'll happen to you
I ain't like them niggas be rappin' to you
Yeah, I can see you ain't really got no savage in you
Hold it all in, but that shit 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 shit really damaging you (Fuck)
I see your charisma, you got some talents in you (I do)
I'ma keep real, don't sound like this rap shit 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)
Nigga, my baby boy a star, but I'm not Khaled, your soul
Ayy, niggas wanna pray for my death like SoSo
Meanwhile, I was gettin' high in the suite while my girl got on no clothes
Niggas 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 nigga
Take a picture, I'm that nigga now
Really that nigga, uh
Taxes different, seven figures now
Still up on that same shit 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
Fuck drug dealing, we up to millies, uh

Herb is very intelligent and he was a charmer
So he would get in trouble, but he'd smile and say something nice
Or say something that would always make you just say, "Just get away from me"
Yes, he was a dropout
Do we encourage our students to drop out?
No, absolutely not
He took his opportunity and he's making it happen