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g herbo - man down lyrics

[intro]
look man, ball like i’m kobe the mixtape coming soon man
young n-gga done grew up now though but let me tell you something

[verse 1]
take me way back, way way back
back to 87th rink with the wave caps
back to 72nd street that’s where i played at
but 79 ess-x block where i was made at
east side, only side where i was raised at
no cease fire, disrespect us you get blazed at
take me back, way back to elementary
lost g fazo in 2010 the rest was history
and ever since its been “murder all my enemies”
and ever since it’s been “never show no sympathy”
i’m in this by myself, n-ggas don’t mean sh-t to me
and money don’t mean sh-t to me
i remember nights, when it wasn’t sh-t to eat
and ever since it’s been “n-ggas can’t get sh-t for free”
this world f-cked up my n-gga, so good luck my n-gga
and once you in that state system then you stuck my n-gga
better get some bucks my n-gga
you only got yourself the rest don’t give a f-ck my n-gga
and i’mma live it up my n-gga
don’t be mad at me your b-tch can’t get enough my n-gga
but back to basics, you want that bank just hit me up my n-gga
smoking og to the face i’m high as f-ck my n-gga
you know g herbo keep some codeine in his cup my n-gga
roll up to my show we got 4 fns in the trunk my n-gga
and we got them slammers in the club
you know lil marley blammin’ n-gga mud
just went to see my big bro maskey in the county jail
he was out on 25 but he tryna make another bail
when i was 17 i seen my first 100 racks
i turned 18 seen it again and blew that 100 back
but now i’m wiser b-tch i’m master making money stack
i’m tryna win a grammy i got fo’ n dem out there sellin’ crack
what you need? you know we buy that store
big bucks my bro, he got it for the low
f-ck the law they tryna send a n-gga up the road
p-ssing out conspiracies they sn-tch me up b-tch i don’t know i don’t know
free my n-gga crazy james, shout out my big bro perfect 8
and ever since they took the game sh-t ain’t been the same
free lil merch and wet em up see shorty n them be duckin treys
roll around with all my ice on me
i got 24 for kobe and this pipe on me
boy you better not risk your life on me
we in the club might get your head shot, pull a knife on me
you standin’ in the line paying for your mans and all
i don’t show up to the club unless the bands involved
i’m sick of these hating n-ggas, all you snaking n-ggas
pocket watcher tryna see how much i’m making n-gga
why you wanna see me fail? i’m tryna make it n-gga
why you want me to be broke and stay a basic n-gga?
why n-ggas wanna see me dead? tryna see me down
same n-ggas shake my hand when they see me ’round
let you know for you gotta watch em
they gon drop a dime or k!ll you for a dollar
and i gotta watch my back cause i know n-ggas plottin’
same n-gga who say he ya partna’ he’ll pop-pop
and i’m ridin’ round tryna ease the pain
smoking on dutches drink a ace of lean
high speedin’ and i’m switching lanes
tired of talkin ballin like i’m kobe on the way

[outro]
rip all my n-ggas man
free all my n-ggas man
ballin like i’m kobe on the mixtape
coming real soon man
you already know what it is man
pistol gang, 4l
you already know how we rocking man
ppp man
let’s get it man
we don’t f-ck around we gotta get this money man
f-ck all that other sh-t

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