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g herbo - 4 minutes of hell, part 4 lyrics

[produced by dy of 808 mafia]

[intro]
i said i wasn’t gonna do no more 4 minutes of h-ll’s, man
this gotta be it though, this the last one

[verse]
i’m from the jungle, lions, apes and gorillas, lions the police
n-gga we the apes and gorillas, go ape and gorilla
boy, don’t turn your face on a k!ller
f-ck the system, man, we going back to racism, n-gga
look, the department suffer fake-ism, n-gga
black police try not to notice, like they ain’t k!lling n-ggas and hate k!lling n-ggas
seen a million bodies, i done shed a thousand tears
n-ggas just turn thousandaires, been selling rocks a thousand years
two time felon n-gga, one more like a thousand years
and the average p-ssy n-gga out here ain’t gone ride with his
he gon’ switch up, he gon’ fold, he ain’t holdin’ sh-t back
he only got a year back and now he can’t forget that
you done sold your f-cking soul for 400 days
n-ggas got their kid starving for some f-cking j’s
life too short, better not get caught up in your f-cking ways
i be feeling like phil jackson, all these f-cking plays
i’m just riding through my city, getting blazed, in the rain
i been stressing, feel like i’m a couple days from insane
don’t know what’s got into me, i just been saving the pain
the devil tryna’ enter me, i just might let him into me
but i know when he finna’ leave that that’s gon’ be the end of me
and i won’t let that finish me, cause i got too much energy
i be right back in effect like i just got a injury
pourin’ up that purple happiness, it give me energy
sip your happiness, forget your problems; that’s the remedy
sippin’ activis straight out the bottle, sh-t’s so good to me
i be leanin’, i be smoking, poppin’ beans then i be rollin’
hop in steamers and we rollin, hop in beamers and we rollin’
pull up on your block with glizzies and them beams and we be blowin’
we ain’t shooting for no reason, clear the scene when we blowin’
then we high, in the sky, tellin’ fo’nem ’bout the story
got a lot of n-ggas gone that i been knowin’ since we was shorties
that alone just made me stronger, got my chrome though i ain’t worried, boy
posted on that curb, boy, early off the syrup, boy
chill, if you don’t know me, give a f-ck ’bout what you heard, boy
n-ggas see me when i fly past like, “there go herb, boy!”
rappers wanna know the way that i play with the words, boy
33 up in the clip like i play with that bird, boy
and n-ggas know that lil bibby my bro, got the sh-t for the low on the birds, boy
real n-gga sh-t, we ten year n-ggas, b-tch, so imagine the numbers for herb, boy
and we go ham every month on the first, junky walk up and just empty her purse
don’t work with feelings, my money come first
and no, i’m not a hypocrite so therefore, i don’t go to a church
god still with me even though i’m out here doing my dirt
it’s a lot of times when i know i coulda been threw in a he-rs-
so i’m dropping 4s in my soda every time i’m through with a verse
please do not try to act crazy my n-gga cause rugers’ll burst
they ready, they on it, they aiming at n-ggas, my shooters so thirst
g herbo my name, so a p-ssy, i can’t be
i hang with them menaces, free jamaes and free maneski
if it was still slavery, i know the mastas’ a hang me
cause i only respect my momma and granny and aunties
i’m just a young n-gga, from the ‘go finna blow
and i’m still in the streets, so you know i will take blow for a show
just let me know, as long as don’t n0body search at the door, cause you know how we roll
if anyone try to act like they want smoke, then the club will be closed
no limit’s don’t play around, all they know blow
like they play with they nose
and they taking them souls

[outro]

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