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PTSD By G Herbo ft. Juice WRLD D.A. got that- D.A. got that dope I turn the news on, when I smell death in the air I prove you wrong, I made it out of here I don’t belong, I see my past everywhere Don’t stand too close to me, eternal PTSD I got a warzone inside of my head I made it on my own They said I’d be in jail or dead I’ve seen my brothers fall, over and over again Don’t stand too close to me, I got PTSD I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef Always yelling names, that’s deceased I go off my mind and my instinct Shootin’ at the same time, we was in sync On the same thing, tryna repeat We was in them whips, right back on the enemies Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat F--- it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release And we in a car real fast for police Shots fired back but his a-- in the street When I bought a forty, showed Brittany & Tiffany Knowing if they call, it ain’t s--- they can’t get from me Lot of warfare 17 had a 50 piece Fl

Gangbangin’ By G Herbo Cash, I made that s--- fast F--- around spent my last Now I’m back in my bag I pulled up in some s--- with a cat on the side but it ain’t no Jag Used to post up with some killers, my hat to the side, we ain’t wave no rags I used to sleep in the bed with my brothers at night but we ain’t no fags I pledge get rich or die trying, I ain’t know nun bout American flags I got a story could tell you, a memory vivid with n----- that died I got so immune that I was confused and ain’t know if not I should cry I’m too real to fabricate my life, why would I lie? Malice and betrayal, jail or how should I die How could I prevail tell me everything we do well fail Say you been thru hell, barely Sleeping in them cells scary I can’t see the cemetery Rather beat preliminary They’ll kill me voluntary That’s why everybody carry Internet got n----- business, that’s why everybody scary And my money vary Me and mili’s married (You know that) Seen ’em kill I done

Lawyer Fees By G Herbo Now I’m the one who paid the bonds and all the lawyer fees They gon try to take advantage of your loyalty Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me In this kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty My brother gone, now he can’t hop inside this Royce with me How I keep escapin’ death, like he avoiding me He was in my head and I tripped every time I heard them voices speak Been true to streets, my circumstances made that choice for me I’m so post traumatic (Stressed) Yes I’m posed to have it (Yes) Gotta stay close to ratchet Cause bro’nem died when they ain’t have it September 3rd I lost a savage (Max) I been through a lot so I walk with a ‘matic Shawty nem gone go they ain’t talking about it Lay on the house, we one up on whoever walk out that b---- I been No-Limit I’m ’bout it ’bout it Go like I’m p---- I doubt it Walking on hits, we was scouting, routing You see 4-7 then shout it (4-7) But when I got some money, ain’t stop

Feelings By G Herbo Uh Bobby on the beat Still, still Still feel the deal Still, look Talk to my kid mom today, that was kinda hard Sick of all the drama in my life, we ain’t gotta start How the f--- we still holding grudges, you ain’t gotta heart? Either way a n---- life a movie, and you got a part I was in a lotta dark I don’t never make excuses for myself but how I came up was kinda hard I was havin’ battle scars And I’m never speakin’ on the s--- I did, ’cause when you bite, you don’t gotta bark Live the years now when he young but my jit watchin’ Just ’cause we fell out of love, that ain’t his problem Every kid want a mami and a papi But how we gon’ co-parent when it’s sloppy? Been to act like I’m that n---- but I ain’t cocky Everybody watch me, I’m duckin’ the paparazzi Life was weighin’ heavy, now I’m steady takin’ [?] Hate it or love it, my life faster then a Mazi’ Public record here but you ain’t gotta sabotage me Even though I’m more than generous, g

High Speed By G Herbo Ray to twenty-two I got one not stoppin’ (Uh) DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin’! Look I was in a high speed, with my broski It was me and him, just him and me Riding with two felonies ’cause we’ve got one a piece Glock 27 Compact, kept that one with me (Yeah) Anyway we was just out ride (Out ride) It’s like 3AM, I don’t even know why we still outside (I don’t even know) Think we was on our way in the house, too high off lean, we keep going in and out Bro bomb for something right now then they keep going in and out Nineteen move my momma out the city, so we been in route And everybody always wondering why we swerving ’round ‘Cause if they following us, we gonna see how far they drive And he doing 120 in the Audi, we get a lot of money It’s a cop behind us beam I think somebody comin’ (What?) And they switching lanes like us too, I think somebody wanted Now he talkin’ to me like “Lil bro look in the mirror, who that?” (Who that?) Thinkin’ t

Shooter By G Herbo Chill out, man, don’t worry about that Don’t worry about it, ain’t no safety D.A. got that Girl, don’t make no mistake Round after round, demonstrate Pull it back then aim straight You alone, you can be my Centerfold, do a double take Bulletproof never breaks Ridin’ up and down the interstate You alone, you can be my Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You alone, you can be my Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You alone, you can be my She’ll let me put a .30 in her Birkin I don’t like it pokin’ on me when I’m workin’ I know you’ll shoot it for me like you Persian Bust it back, I rather keep it on my person Pull off from the dealership after purchases Bumpin’ Swervo, you know me, swervin’ it All yo’ g spots, you know me, learnin’ ’em Never rode waves, but I be surfin’ in it Benz truck, foreign, she look perfect in it Big cribs, we can f--- all in the closet Damn, you don’t think you got enough purses in it? I got a lot o

G Herbo – Summer Is Cancelled Lyrics How? How’d he save Chiraq? How? Where’s my brother? How? B----, we been to war I can’t, I dont talk that Chicago s--- I don’t know nun bout that I know about everywhere I go I gotta have my muhfuckin’ gun period I know about … big homie … I don’t call them n-----, “Big”, they ain’t my big homies Them n----- ain’t never did s--- but finesse me, for real But what I’m telling you don’t get finessed All them shorties that wanna beat a 100 – n----- up Man, check n----- out Come on, just think about it before you kill about it (Come on) See what’s really ’bout it Chill out and analyze, tell me how you feel about it (Feel) But one thing about it, I’m really ’bout it Did s---, ain’t trip about it, think about it, but we wasn’t just doing it to anybody (Nuh-uh) N----, you don’t get no points for no innocent bodies (Goofy) P----, you ain’t even hear who you shot at (P----) In the jam, he grabbin’ a b---- to shield his body All these new

G Herbo – Remember (2019) Lyrics Yeah, mmh (Kid) We don’t even say, we don’t even say RIP no more We don’t say no Long live all my n----- gone, you know N----- never get lost to this s--- We was really out here in these streets, you know, for real Livin’ this s--- I’m rappin’ ’bout, you know, I’m just Glad I’m livin’, alive to rap about this s--- now ‘Member what it used to be like, I was seventeen ‘Member what it used to be like, I was off the lean ‘Member what it used to be like, all I had a dream ‘Member what it used to be like, we ain’t have a thing But I turned into some s--- that they all wanna be like Ain’t gon’ never get like this ’cause you don’t wanna be right I make all the sacrifice so you live a better life Somebody told me, “Leave your legacy while you still alive” Somebody told me, “Leave your legacy while you still alive” I wonder what it’d be like if G-Fazo was still alive ‘Member when Kobe died, I drunk that s--- raw out the bottle We went to wa

G Herbo – Sessions Lyrics Man, Know you f----- up, man (Yeah) N----- checkin’ swerve, G Herbo, swerve Swervin’ (You know I take all this s--- to the chin, man) Yeah, man, you know me and all my n----- got it turned, you know Folks say he need the max for his first tape, and he don’t even rap for real DJ Victoriouz with me in the building (Uh) C-Sick I had to run it up again Lost that s--- so quick, I’m thinkin’ back like, “What the f--- I spend?” My homies in the pen’, I’m talkin’ to them like, “How much I send?” I just ran it up, couldn’t even complain, I was built to win (Yeah) Sometimes I think why God keep blessin’ me and I’m committin’ sins? How come my b---- keep stressin’ me? Man, look at the crib we in Hell yeah, I’ma live it up with my n-----, look at all the s--- we did And my neck start hurtin’ when I put my chains on, ’cause them b------ big B----, it’s Herbo, you know what it is (G-Swervo) Everything I do big (Big) And you might think I’m this big time

G Herbo – That Boy Lyrics If I say “Green”, killers go soon as I decide, uh Ain’t no decock ’cause I shoot a n---- three times And we throwin’ big L’s, ain’t no peace signs Catch them ones gon’ kill a n----, ain’t no retryin’ (808 Mafia) I came close to homicide way too many times I had most of my homies die, I’m just 25 Reason why I gotta ride with iron on my side (Every time) ‘Fore I have my mama cryin’, I’ma finish mine (Brr) P----, I’m in it to win it (Win it) I’m breakin’ records like Guinness I’m all in meetings with labels and my lawyer, b----, I’m on top of my business (Herbo) I’m causin’ racket like tennis All in her mouth, dentist Drippin’ and proud of this sauce (B----) I’m rockin’ my own linen Boy really rich (Uh) That boy really rich (Rich) Boy really rich That boy really rich Boy really rich That boy really rich That boy really rich Boy really rich That boy havin’ it, n----, that boy havin’ it, uh That boy havin’ it, that boy havin’ it Boy ha

G Herbo – What I Did Lyrics DJ Mil-Ticket Gold chains, n---- Uh N----- like us in the streets just wanna make it home Man, I hate this s---, I hope that you don’t take it wrong He got a life sentence, he wasn’t ‘posed to take his phone When I don’t get to speak my mind, I just make a song Tell ’em, OZ, I’m off the top, this s--- off the head (This s--- off the head) Was an addict, dropped the wop, then I bought some rims (Then I bought some rims) Totin’ straps at Noni house, they smacked it, all feds (They all feds) Whole month we movin’ sloppy, that was all greed (That was all greed) Cap, Cody, Max, Wop, damn, they all dead (Damn, they all dead) But ain’t no opps posted on the blocks no more, they all scared (They all scared) And now I’m rich, wanna make my hood safer for the kids (For the kids) So you just might get a pass, but remember what you did (But remember what you did) I remember what I did, I remember what I did (I remember what I did) I remember what I s

G Herbo – I Want It Lyrics Uh, uh, turn me up Turn me up some more, yeah, uh Uh Essex Block, 79th Street, Roc Block, 150 Dream Team, Kobe Squad, Cap or Die, n---- DJ Victoriouz with me in the building We used to get it poppin’ Who was that? Who had the block rockin’ all night? The helicopters couldn’t stop us Real life, that’s on my mom an’ them We weren’t worried ’bout none of them Sticks and drugs and Glocks, ain’t gave no f--- We got a hunnid of them Know we gon’ try and face one of ’em Give a f--- if it’s a hunnid of them I don’t give a f---, it’s a hunnid Know I’ma hit me one of ’em I ain’t copped a Trackhawk, Hellcat, nothin’ Gotta at least get me one of ’em I don’t even know what I’m waitin’ on Know it ain’t nothin’ to spend a hunnid on it Careful or that b---- gon’ run up on it A-- on that b----, 200 on it Neck and my wrist, 200 on it Dolce fit just to get blunted on it We in Timbs and s---, drippin’ butter on ’em Put my verse back twice, thought I

Yall know what the fuck this is Yall know exactly what this is My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati Everybody in the race, I’m tryna cop Bugatti’s Lost my ?? a year, but ain’t nobody rob me We’ll come shoot up the party, ain’t no Lodi Dodi I got niggas calling my phone from the federales Told me niggas breaking bad, ain’t sent him 20 dollars I remember breaking bread with like 20 heads Imagine me behind the walls for like 20 years Feeling like I’m dead, I couldn’t even make my bed I ain’t have no spread Project still 10 toes bitch and only got 1 leg Niggas only had 1 life to live, never got no bread Can’t think back on his decisions now he ain’t got no head Niggas don’t really be clapping that lead Yeah, really be scared My niggas gon’ hop out killing instead Make sure you cover them dreads You in the streets better cover your tracks You can’t talk to th