g herbo – i belong lyrics
[neno calvin]
[verse 1]
look, yeah the life i choose yeah its ignant
started off with playing sports, and got adapted into tha k!llin
too easy to get lost into the system, when you in it
i get a city game, just going listen to amendment, they had to feel it
i lost my round and went stupid look lucky, they had to feel it
i popped enough, yeah i went p-ssed my limits
i failed enough, so f-ck it i had to listen
i’m fighting charges because of bad decisions
i met a plug and got some badder b-tches
if prince was here, yea i’ll be laughing with him
i miss my dog, wish i could share it with him
i got a bullet for you right nigga
straight up
b-tch don’t tell me how you fell, because i fell like f-cking
i’m geeking hard, they standing still, but yet i’m still getting bluntin
i told my story on this music, i ain’t lying bout nothing
this that tre, we say “on tee”[?]
then ’em b-tches start coming
when you flying getting money, all ’em b-tches be coming
and when i f-ck ’em like i love ’em, so they stuck with a youngin
smokin jewels, and pouring fools, when i be thuggin with youngin’s
know that
[g herbo]
look, i been trippin
i ain’t listen
in a minute
except for my intuition
or i’ll push the start ignition
member i was starving, [?]
in apartments roaches wandering
now i get booked
that’s ticket deposit
but, i just took like 15 from a college
and my og living marvelous
everything marble
feel like 3 whips in garages
and my little nigga still heartless
all i do call ’em
they slide on you with the carbon
but, i just went through got through with tha darkness
i’m trying to show ’em, no life we not promised
put in tha the work, then we f-ck up tha commas
leave all that other little petty shit yonder
but you we still got ride wit ’em llamas
you know i got, stay low like obama
i get so sick of the state
i’m trynna go f-ck up tha bahamas
i’m trynna drop my first alb-m
remember when i made my first alb-m
being broke i couldn’t allow it
give my momma my whole house allowance
my rollie under tha shower
i smoke a whole ounce a hour
i used to sleep in the trap house, now i wake up in the towers
pull up make niggas sour
but, i put that work in for hours
yea i wake up in tha towers
and that gift my og a hour [?]
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