Testo Best Rapper Alive - G Herbo
Testo della canzone Best Rapper Alive (G Herbo), tratta dall'album Greatest Rapper Alive
How I turn— oh this, this the bottom right?
This the right— yeah, this one
Uh, this one, the phone
Uh, yeah
It's G Herbo (Yeah)
I feel like the best rapper alive, for real
I know I am (When I get to playin'
That beat, like, why you niggas is so—)
Glo Gang, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rick Owen hoodie, G-Fazos, tennis shoes
Way before them fullys, I had a.22 in middle school
I am not that same nigga you knew, I been improved
My name in the Hall of Fame 'cause I'ma shoot, win or lose
Stay on Ps and Qs, my heart easily bruised
No limit, don't follow rules, if we spot him, go watch the news, ayy
I don't fuck with jail lunch, I be eatin' brunch with Jews
I ain't lost in trial once 'cause my safe full of blues (Yeah)
I pop out and stunt
Made four hundred, I fuck off a hundred K a month
You don't gotta backdoor my opps, we walk right through the front
We went turned they whole block into a pound of Runtz
Big bro put me back on top when I went down some
This shit ain't nothin', you niggas ain't never been around money
These hoes fuckin', we run through bops for fun around the country
All at amusement parks and shit with my sons, I'm still clutchin', ayy
Switchy sparkin', spread like butter
Every day, gotta stay on guard
Streets broke my heart, I lost my brother
Summertime, ain't had no fan, wintertimes, ain't had no covers
Big G Herbo, I'm the man, I bought a Rolls-Royce out the gutter
Know some niggas that I looked up to every day, went out like a sucker
Know some killers that's 'round the way
Ain't got no pape', but he got a cutter
And no cap, shit, if it wasn't for
Rap, could've been that motherfucker
All the profit we got from the trap
We was lookin' out for each other, go
Ferrari whips and palm trees
'Member Max was runnin' the strip
Used to grab his stick, then call me
2018 When he passed, took lean and Xans, had all the reasons
Paid his bail every time he got in a jam 'cause I had all the cheese
Everybody straight to VIP when they walk in that bitch with me
In my own city they hate, but I spend cake when I'm with the Skis
Shit get major, we ain't even got no patience, fuck it up and leave
Soon as that button go to the left
Remind me of death 'cause it come in three
Three rounds, grrt
G Herbo, this that hustler music
No bap, every day I wake up, I want that
I need it, I need that
Shoutout to all the real niggas, man
Wake up and get on top of what they need to get on, man
Take care of they family, they friends
I took my chance before the event
And I been had a hundred bands, let's get it
This that hustler music
G Herbo, best rapper alive
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Writer(s): Wright Herbert Randall
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