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Embed: Them shootouts and high speeds
I made it out, but I ain't lucky
Had to walk home on the opps
They see that bitch 'cause I ain't tuck it
Jade, I used to call my folks
And we'd pop outside, I'm already comin'
He was thirsty to pick me up
'Cause both us tryin' to score a bucket
It was no one man above the group
We gon' fall together, fuck it (Fuck it)
But it's always just that one
With the biggest head, LeToya Luckett
Remember Rell turned himself in?

We was droppin' Aca, tweleve or muddy
Fell asleep standin' up in front of my mama
She knew I was up to somethin'
Then I dropped out of school to get this money
She knew I was up-and-comin'
Then I walked in the house one day with a Wilt Chamberlain
All hundreds
Since my first hundred K I was focused and kept savin'
All hundreds
Everybody tellin' me do this and do that
Nigga, this ain't y'all money
When I was young I couldn't wait 'til I grow up
And I got my own money
Now I'm grown and got a son
Gotta keep it comin'

Soon as I get done, back on the run
I can't sleep for nothin', uh
They gave me a million bucks to talk
So at least I speak for somethin', uh
Told them boys I wanna race
A hundred miles and runnin', uh
God forbid it's my time to go
Then I'm just gon' keep gunnin', uh
I'm just gon' get money, uh
And when I make two hundred, uh
And my bitch got a bank account
With nothin' less than four hundred, uh
You know I'm big dog, everything paid for
She ain't gotta spend no money, uh
Don't no female in my life
Get up and work for nothing, uh

My son grannies don't need nothin', uh
Aunties don't need nothin', uh
None of my brothers need nothin', uh
'Cept for probably a lawyer or somethin'
Probably somebody to watch their daughter or somethin'
Smokin' v-line, need a quarter or somethin'
Still know how to boil water, uh
Hit a bro if you need a order or somethin'
He asked me to hold on tight to my past
Like a hoarder or somethin' (Hoarder)
Can't trust all my homies
Feel like Rich Porter or somethin'
If your mind was right
I might go have somethin' cross the border comin'
But niggas ain't ready to eat
I ain't goin' to war over nothin'

Lost too many of my brothers to this shit
I can't afford another
You know I'm gon' go, right or wrong
So at least keep me informed or somethin'
My mama must have prayed to gangsta God
Before I was born or somethin'
You know I'ma hit a nigga but before I see the nigga
Just gimme a warnin' or somethin'
Everywhere I go somebody recordin' somethin'
Poppin' 'em all when I'm bored or somethin'
Really I need an award or somethin'
Bitch put me up on that boy for somethin'
The shit I was doin' in the streets
I ain't never seen you, but I'ma ignore it, it's nothin'
Niggas say they gettin' their shit out the mud
Like my streets aren't as dirty as yours or somethin'Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttp://lyricsever.com/" readonly=""/>

Wilt Chamberlin Lyrics

Yeah
I done spent the night in the stu'
Man, it's 11:30

'Til I feel it's done and shit
I been in this bitch like, thirty-six hours
Ayy, you know, they be callin' me the golden child and shit
Yeah, it's probably 'cause, you know
(Why you call me the golden child, anyway?)
I was built for all this shit
Everything, like, I just
Whatever I do, man, good or bad
I just lay down on my bed, fuck it

I just lay down in my bed, fuck it
'Wopschino ask if I want him dead
And I'm like, "Yeah, fuck it"
Them shootouts and high speeds
I made it out, but I ain't lucky
Had to walk home on the opps
They see that bitch 'cause I ain't tuck it
Jade, I used to call my folks
And we'd pop outside, I'm already comin'
He was thirsty to pick me up
'Cause both us tryin' to score a bucket
It was no one man above the group
We gon' fall together, fuck it (Fuck it)
But it's always just that one
With the biggest head, LeToya Luckett
Remember Rell turned himself in?

We was droppin' Aca, tweleve or muddy
Fell asleep standin' up in front of my mama
She knew I was up to somethin'
Then I dropped out of school to get this money
She knew I was up-and-comin'
Then I walked in the house one day with a Wilt Chamberlain
All hundreds
Since my first hundred K I was focused and kept savin'
All hundreds
Everybody tellin' me do this and do that
Nigga, this ain't y'all money
When I was young I couldn't wait 'til I grow up
And I got my own money
Now I'm grown and got a son
Gotta keep it comin'

Soon as I get done, back on the run
I can't sleep for nothin', uh
They gave me a million bucks to talk
So at least I speak for somethin', uh
Told them boys I wanna race
A hundred miles and runnin', uh
God forbid it's my time to go
Then I'm just gon' keep gunnin', uh
I'm just gon' get money, uh
And when I make two hundred, uh
And my bitch got a bank account
With nothin' less than four hundred, uh
You know I'm big dog, everything paid for
She ain't gotta spend no money, uh
Don't no female in my life
Get up and work for nothing, uh

My son grannies don't need nothin', uh
Aunties don't need nothin', uh
None of my brothers need nothin', uh
'Cept for probably a lawyer or somethin'
Probably somebody to watch their daughter or somethin'
Smokin' v-line, need a quarter or somethin'
Still know how to boil water, uh
Hit a bro if you need a order or somethin'
He asked me to hold on tight to my past
Like a hoarder or somethin' (Hoarder)
Can't trust all my homies
Feel like Rich Porter or somethin'
If your mind was right
I might go have somethin' cross the border comin'
But niggas ain't ready to eat
I ain't goin' to war over nothin'

Lost too many of my brothers to this shit
I can't afford another
You know I'm gon' go, right or wrong
So at least keep me informed or somethin'
My mama must have prayed to gangsta God
Before I was born or somethin'
You know I'ma hit a nigga but before I see the nigga
Just gimme a warnin' or somethin'
Everywhere I go somebody recordin' somethin'
Poppin' 'em all when I'm bored or somethin'
Really I need an award or somethin'
Bitch put me up on that boy for somethin'
The shit I was doin' in the streets
I ain't never seen you, but I'ma ignore it, it's nothin'
Niggas say they gettin' their shit out the mud
Like my streets aren't as dirty as yours or somethin'

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Herbert Randall Wright (born October 8, 1995),[1] better known by his stage name G Herbo (formerly known as Lil Herb) is an American rapper and songwriter from Chicago, Illinois. Herb released his debut mixtape, Welcome to Fazoland, to critical acclaim in February 2014, followed by a second mixtape Pistol P Project in December 2014. In September 2015, Herb signed a deal with Cinematic Music Group & Sony Music.[2] His third mixtape, Ballin Like I'm Kobe, was released on September 29, 2015. Herb's fourth mixtape, Strictly 4 My Fans, was released on November 24, 2016. His debut studio album Humble Beast is supposedly scheduled for July 7, 2017.

Wright grew up in Terror Town, a neighborhood within East Side, Chicago known for its high levels of violence and gang activity.[3] He was influenced by artists such as Young Jeezy, Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti, Meek Mill, Lil Wayne.[4] He is close friends with fellow rapper Lil Bibby, with whom he has collaborated on numerous songs. Both artists are associated with the family N.L.M.B., which was originally formed from the merger of No Limit, a renegade faction of the Almighty Black P. Stone Nation, and the Muskegon Boyz, a renegade faction of the Gangster Disciples, although the initials N.L.M.B. are also currently used by the gang to signify "Never Leave My Brothers," and "No Limit Muskegon Boys." Lil Herb, however, has stated that N.L.M.B. is a "brotherhood" rather than a gang. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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