Best Rapper Alive

How I turn— oh, this the, this the bottom, right?

This one right here ain't turn

Uh (This phone)

Uh (Yeah)

It's G Herbo (Yep)

I feel like the best rapper alive, for real

I know I am, no bap

Yep, yep, yep (When I get to flickin' that

Bic like Wayne, you niggas in trouble)

Rick Owen hoodie, G Fazo tennis shoes

Way before them fullies, I had a .22 in middle school

I am not that same nigga you knew, I been improvin'

My name in the hall of fame 'cause I'ma shoot, win or lose

Stay on P's and Q's, my heart easily bruised

No Limit, don't follow rulеs, if we spot him, go watch the news, ayy

I don't fuck with jail lunch, I bе eatin' brunch with Jews

I ain't lost in trial once 'cause my safe full of blues, yeah

I pop out and stunt

Made four hundred, I fuck off a hundred K a month

You don't gotta backdoor my opps, we walk right through the front

We went turnt they whole block into a pound of Runtz

Big bro put me back on top when I went down some

This shit ain't nothin', you niggas ain't never been around money

These hoes fuckin', we run through bops for fun around the country

All at amusement parks and shit with my sons, I'm still clutchin', ayy

Switches spark and spread like butter

Every day, gotta stay on guard, streets broke my heart

I lost my brother

Summertime, ain't have no fan, wintertimes, ain't have no covers

Big G Herbo, I'm the man, I bought a Rolls-Royce out the gutter

Know some niggas that I looked up to every day, went out like a sucker

Know some killers that's 'round the way

Ain't got no pape', but he got a cutter

And on Cap, shit, if it wasn't for rap

Could've been that motherfucker

All the profit we got from the trap

We was lookin' out for each other, go

Ferrari whips and palm trees

'Member Max was runnin' the strip

Used to grab his stick, then call me

2018 when he passed, took lean and Xans, had all the reasons

Paid his bail every time he got in a jam 'cause I had all the cheese

Everybody straight to V.I.P. when they walk in that bitch with me

In my own city, they hate, but I spend cake when I'm with the skis

Shit get major, we ain't even got no patience, fuck it up and leave

Soon as that button go to the left

Remind me of death 'cause it come in threes (Three round, grrt)

G Herbo, this that hustler music

No bap, every day, I wake up, I want that

I need it, I need that

Shoutout to all the real niggas, man

Wake up and get on top of what they need to get on, man

Take care of they family, they friends

I took my chance before the advance

And I been had a hundred bands, let's get it

This that hustler music, G Herbo, best rapper alive