G Herbo - G Herbo (2020) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle146

[Intro: G Herbo]
Turn me up, I need some levels
Yeah, we on Flex
Uh

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Shit get bad, grab that duffle bag, fill it up with cash
If this dash, hit the whole two hundred, I might duck my past
Ain't got nothin' but a bunch of Oxy pills and some gas
Thinkin' back on shit I did, let go the wheel and just crash
Let a nigga be, give a nigga peace, let me breathe
Take a nigga cheese, want my energy, everything
I got married to my block, I bought that bitch a weddin' ring
Ride McNight was like my Glock, I walked up shit and let it sing
Fuck them niggas I had love for 'cause I saw jealousy
Ain't a stranger to no death, so what the fuck you tellin' me?
Sometimes I be wantin' get away
I face my problems like G but it ain't easy for me
They always need somethin' from me, feel like they squeezin' for me
Had my soldiers on the line and they was bleedin' for me
Did some real bad shit but it was easy for me
Now I gotta be where my lil' nigga need me to be
I be tryna go that way but niggas need me in the streets
Gotta stay protected, I won't let them leave me in the streets
And I'll leave a nigga mind sideways, crime pays
Fifty K'll get you gone in five days
Don't know why but sometimes I be wantin' get away like far away
Sometimes I flashback to me and Kobe in them hallways
Sometimes I be ready to kill a nigga right in broad day
Way before them long, long nights it was hard days
Totin' forties, nines, on the 9 straight for nine days
Hopin' we don't trust the wrong nigga like the Nine Treys
Uh, yeah, hold on, look, yeah
Livin' in the studio, I put in work today
Long live Juice WRLD, might do a Perc' today
But I still been runnin' up my money in the worstest ways
But still on the real I gotta chill off the Perkys and
Still up the mills, tryna balance out this hurt
Independent with no deal but I still might go bezerk
Motivation but I terrify my city like I'm Durk
I miss [?], Slim and [?] Burk, livin' fast like skrrt-skrrt
Ever since fourteen been puttin' my niggas on a shirt
Ever since fourteen been seein' my niggas up in hearses but
Never on my worst day, I'd never let a bitch play me on my worst day
I'd never let a nigga play me on my worst day
I'll walk in this bitch fresh as fuck like it's my birthday, yeah
[Bridge: G Herbo & Funkmaster Flex]
Hold on, let me keep goin'
Wooh, wooh, you see us
Funk Flex, G Herbo
Hold on (Wooh)
Yeah, what? Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (Wooh)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I seen a murder, ain't say shit, yeah, I had some patients
So I told [?], "Suck my dick, I can't snitch"
I was 'bout to get a Rolls truck, I almost fainted
I'ma drop three hundred K while I can't even paint it
How I just drop three hundred K, I was just broke the other day?
Drought on coke was ugly, I'm baggin' soap up on the plate
Never looked up to a bitch but pray to God I'm Opera paid
Used to lose my shit when I ain't sip, I hate my sober ways
"Herb, you switched" but I won't change if I got cash today
I'm like Muhammad Ali but I'm not cash as Clay
Feel like the greatest in his prime, I'm not a featherweight
That mean I get better with time and I don't hesitate
Blessed 'cause, bitch, I'm destined, GPS, it found a better way
Fucked up, I was stressed, these VVS put me in better shape
[?] crashed my other chef so now she sellin' plates
Unc' done lost his job, the nigga brave so now he sellin' weight
Pray to God you go to church to find a better way
Pass the steady pass collection plates, they sellin' fate
I use my life for morals, you show love but in a jealous way
My homie did some jealous shit but I ain't trip like LMA
Bitches trip, they want me stressed and text me shit, I'm hella straight
Never been on child support but that ain't shit, I'm hella paid
You just grindin' tryna be the best, you wanna raise
They work hard, I work smart so I just let 'em slave, uh, yeah
I said, I made a million, uh, look, yeah, uh, yeah, look
Made a million in my family, I'm the first to do
All my aunties was surprised 'cause I'm the worst one too
I was hoppin' out the backseat tryna burst at you
You was plottin' on ladies, every day snatched a purse or two
I played the block and hit the stu', I said I'm versatile
All my aunties was surprised 'cause I'm the worst one too
Tryna hop up out the backseat let it burst at you