Four Minutes of Hell, Pt. 4

Gang!

Y'all ain't heard that in a minute

Huh?

I said I wasn't gonna do no more 4 Minutes Of Hell's, man

This gotta be it, though

This the last one

I'm from the jungle, lions, apes and gorillas

Lions the police, nigga we the apes and gorillas

Go ape and gorilla

Boy, don't turn your face on a killer

Fuck the system, man, we going back to racism, nigga

Look, the department suffer fake-ism, nigga

Black police try not to notice

Like they ain't killing niggas and hate killing niggas

Seen a million bodies, I done shed a thousand tears

Niggas just turn thousandaires, been selling rocks a thousand years

Two time felon nigga, one more like a thousand years

And the average pussy nigga out here ain't gone ride with his

He gon' switch up, he gon' fold, he ain't holdin' shit back

He only got a year back and now he can't forget that

You done sold your fucking soul for 400 days

Niggas got their kid starving for some fucking J's

Life too short, better not get caught up in your fucking ways

I be feeling like Phil Jackson, all these fucking plays

I'm just riding through my city, getting blazed, in the rain

I been stressing, feel like I'm a couple days from insane

Don't know what's got into me, I just been saving the pain

The devil tryna' enter me, I just might let him into me

But I know when he finna' leave that that's gon' be the end of me

And I won't let that finish me, 'cause I got too much energy

I be right back in effect like I just got a injury

Pourin' up that purple happiness, it give me energy

Sip your happiness, forget your problems, that's the remedy

Sippin' Activis straight out the bottle, shit's so good to me

I be leanin', I be smoking, poppin' beans then I be rollin'

Hop in steamers and we rollin, hop in Beamers and we rollin'

Pull up on your block with glizzies and them beams and we be blowin'

We ain't shooting for no reason, clear the scene when we blowin'

Then we high, in the sky, tellin' fo'nem 'bout the story

Got a lot of niggas gone that I been knowin' since we was shorties

That alone just made me stronger

Got my chrome though I ain't worried, boy

Posted on that curb, boy, early off the syrup, boy

Chill, if you don't know me, give a fuck 'bout what you heard, boy

Niggas see me when I fly past like, "There go Herb, boy!"

Rappers wanna know the way that I play with the words, boy

33 up in the clip like I play with that Bird, boy

And niggas know that Lil Bibby my bro

Got the shit for the low on the birds, boy

Real nigga shit, we ten year niggas, bitch

So imagine the numbers for Herb, boy

And we go ham every month on the first

Junky walk up and just empty her purse

Don't work with feelings, my money come first

And no, I'm not a hypocrite so therefore, I don't go to a church

God still with me even though I'm out here doing my dirt

It's a lot of times when I know I coulda been threw in a hearse

So I'm dropping fours in my soda every time I'm through with a verse

Please do not try to act crazy my nigga cause rugers'll burst

They ready, they on it, they aiming at niggas, my shooters so thirst

G Herbo my name, so a pussy, I can't be

I hang with them menaces, free Jamaes and free Maneski

If it was still slavery, I know the mastas' a hang me

'Cause I only respect my momma and granny in 80's

I'm just a young nigga, from the 'go finna blow

And I'm still in the streets, so you know I will take blow for a show

Just let me know

As long as don't nobody search at the door, 'cause you know how we roll

If anyone try to act like they want smoke

Then the club will be closed

No Limit's don't play around, all they know blow

Like they play with they nose

And they taking them souls

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go crazy, go crazy, JT

Hey, y'all don't know who that is

Don't leave me thinking

Y'all don't know who that is

Hey, I'm KMFJ

KJ, y'all don't know who he is

Come on, man, show them off

Come on, shit man

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, man, stay gaming, free to gas

Fuck off, man, stay gaming

Fuck, fuck, man, stay gaming

Hey, I'm just a fly

That's all right, man

You know who I am, bitch

Yeah, ain't shit, man

Y'all already know, man

Bro, that would be all real soon

Man, ain't shit

Little phone up, man

Free Tate, T-Slick

Gang