bi polar

uh huh

yeah

g herbo

humble beast

man

150 dream team

150 roc block

bitch

79th

essex

niggas talking all this gangster shit

it's real gangster shit over there

when i was up on 78th

you was scared straight

before roc died

and gilly caught that fair case

remember roc died

every morning shots fired

you was never in them trenches

pussy

you was dead weight

never had to reminiscence and watch your homie hemorrhage

even though you want to kill 'em

never play them bitches

always came up with the blueprint

never had to listen

i had a bunch of detentions

too many pink slips

turned to suspensions

now i just walked in the car lot holding my pink slips

rocking givenchy

if i had my life on the line

i'd take the shot but i'm not a nowitzski

shot real hot like a shot of the whiskey

if i'm not ducking

how could you miss me?

glued to the blicky

keep my shit with me

i get the back end

still i get back

in the back of the truck if the club try to frisk me

i get so high just like i'm a hippie

back in the '60s

percs got me trippy

i did two thirties

i'm off a sixty

i'm in a range rover sport on the road

tryna lose control

no i'm not messy

i'm quit the drank

and i do not miss it

won't even pour it up when i'm not busy

i'm on a mission

i'm always busy

counting up benji's

tryin' get some more some more bread

look at my cars right now

i got for-show bread

lil nigga

lindsay

he got the low end

i put the work in like i got four hands

and i got love for a few

respect for a couple niggas

but ain't no fear in my heart for no man

keep my sword on me like conan

before the rap

i swear i was poor man

now my cribs and shit gotta door man

niggas stay hating like herbo a ho man"