Outro

I mean I brought somethin' real, somethin' really real to rap, you know?

It's like the diary for me, you know? It's like the chronicles you know of what I've been through

So they can't say that's nothin' and I'm the only to live my life the way I live it, you know?

And we just movin', you know tryna reach the people, all the people that showed us love

You know the album gold, we pushin' platinum

So we just tryna reach out and go to shows, do our thing

Touch all the people that showed us love and supported us

You know I brought my pain, my good and band, my happiness, my sorrow

And raw life to my fans and everybody else out in the world listenin' to G Herbo

Used to wonder, will I ever count a million or obtain a hunnid?

And every time when I went broke I still remained a hunnid

Supported niggas doin' good, I never changed or nothin'

But why they hate on me? Try and close the gate on me

Why do niggas wanna throw they extra dead weight on me

Still gon' ride until the wheels flat, until my tank on E

When I was the underdog, still I put the bank on me

Who was there a handful? You ain't drop no damn jewels

I ain't get no motivation, they ain't wanna see me prevail

They ain't wanna see me in there, they'd rather see me in jail

They don't want me to be with fans, they'd rather see me with mail

When I grind, I think of that, now they just see me and yell

Ridin' Aston-Martins, Vanquishers, flyin' '72 Chevelles

Flashin' money everywhere just so they see me with bail

All the guns I had to load, all the weed we used to sell

Shoulda been a man of Harvard, coulda went to school at Yale

But I chose my own fate, so I may see you in hell

And you know I tell 'em all the time, man

That's all I ever wanted to do is just be the real me

And bring my real life to the audience man, whether they like it or not

And not for me to be judged or looked at any type of way

'Cause I know that one day they love you for they own reasons

And the next day they hate you for a decision you made that only affect you

And I still rap, I still rap and do everythin' I do for my niggas, man

And of course my family too, but they'll tell you the shit that I say to y'all I say to them

Ain't no side of me that I don't show y'all through the music or none of that

I still get the same motivation, my same motivation

I love my fans, they know I love 'em, man

They love me because I bring them me, you know what I'm sayin'?

The real only me, nothin' else

They remember I was gang bangin' in the gang way

So don't try me if I'm anywhere, I'm still the same way

Nigga you still'll get flamed up for bringin' my name up

Sometimes I be cuckoo, still'll shoot you when I'm famous

All my niggas dangerous, never got my chain tucked

Always got my Rollie on, even when I'm all alone

Draco drum go on and on

Break all of your dollar bones

I ain't tryna work shit out

Ain't no peace, don't call the phone

I ain't really into that, save the stress, I'm tryna go home

Jump right in the game scorin', pacin' though, I'm tryna go long

They really tryna chase it here

Four years then be lit

When I die, them folks forget

Man I know this life a bitch

I'm just tryna plan it out

Hit that dough and spread it out

Fuck it, cop my bro a whip

Then go buy my mans a house

Know it come with the gang in it

Know it comes with them things in it

Baby mamas and mains in it

Know you can't be a lame in it

G Herbo

Humble Beast man, G Herbo, Swervo

You know it's strictly for my fans man, that's what

That's that's really where my brain at, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

I get the motivation from my fans and just everybody

Just I don't know this might sound crazy for me to say

I wish everybody brain operated the way mine do but really just for people to understand me

You know what I'm sayin'? People on the outside

My fans, there's people that can't understand me

Or understand shit on a level or aspect where I understand it

This who I do it for though, man

Strictly for my fans, my family, for my niggas

Swervo