Turning 25
Gang, it's G Herbo
I'm in New York right now, man
My birthday at midnight
A nigga 'bout to be twenty-five
Shit really feel like a century
It's just a quarter-century
This a lil' freestyle though, I'm 'bouta just
Before I get up out of here
Now a nigga rich
All the fans see a nigga lit (you know that)
Remember days I was finna quit
Lonely nights on the zip (on the zip)
Wartime hoppin' in the whip
On the block with it on my hip (got it)
Can't lie, I wasn't innocent (I wasn't innocent)
No, I can't lie, I wasn't innocent
Made it far, I stayed listenin'
Lil' nigga with discipline
Them bullets went whistlin'
You gotta know how them trenches get
This bitch got a big ol' fifty clip
Mask and I got my pistol grip
Yeah, I still pop out dolo 'cause niggas be on pussy shit
Might be kids on the hit, grow up, they keep witnesses
Ain't 'posed to be no witnesses
But we ain't harmin' no women, kids
Less them hoes with the shit
Ain't say we won't kill a bitch
Snub seven, give 'em six
Just eleven in this SIG and I'ma do my shit with it
Way before G Herbo it was Herbie G (ayy)
Before the Glocks, the pro mags had thirty-three
Before the drip, the block heads had dirty sneaks (Essex)
Before the grave, the main opps had surgery (pussy)
Before the streets loved me, said they can't wait to murder me (they can't wait to murder me)
But ain't no fuckin' murkin' me, we give out first degree
My first video on the eight was with WORLDSTARTV
We was droppin' shit back to back
All in that black minivan, they was MACs
Ain't in that vino no more, gotta lack
Glizzy I got on my lap 'bout a rack
Still'll go back like I live in the 'Raq
Feds gon' rewind what they hear in my raps
I'd rather die 'fore I chill with that rat
Really was in it and they knowin' that (fuck nigga)
Free Guwop and Sammy they ain't goin' back
Wish I could post more foes back
Wish I could bring all my bros back
Wish I was in that old trap (up top)
Me and Cap dozin' off in the back
Wish I could trade this all back
What the fuck kind of offer is that?
Havin' fun in that sun, but I could stand the rain
Son, don't pick up that gun if you can't stand the flame
Way before this fame shit, I already had a name
We was yellin', "Gang shit!" Way before you had a gang
MLK, I had a dream (a dream), I almost fed my gang (my gang)
Realized when I woke up, I already fed my gang
Boy, I ain't got shit to prove, I already did my thing
When it come 'round, I remember, I can't blend with lames
Yeah, real rap
That's no bap
Live in effect
I'm in here with my niggas, it's gon' stay that way