No Guts, No Glory

Uh, uh

This that real player shit, you know

From a real player that just sit back (Big Oz on the keyboards and shit)

And look at life and see how this shit goin' now

Yeah

I just been in mode

This for them bitches that ain't love me, before I was in that Rolls (phew)

But fuck them hoes, I'm still runnin' tryna chase my goals (Swervo)

They all eaters, like the Reaper, tryna take my soul

They call me the humble one, but I know I'm the GOAT (GOAT)

Yeah I'm calm, I'm still a tickin' bomb, I'ma blow

Got the world sittin' in my palms, drop the lo'

How much I paid? Got too many charms, I don't know (I don't know)

I'm in the 'Raq, I ain't even see my moms, I'm with my bros (bros)

You tell me show up, I can't pull up armed, I don't go (won't go)

And niggas talk but they don't mean no harm, they some hoes (you know that)

Killers spinnin', I ain't in attendance, I'm a no-show

If you mention me, I know what's up, that's just promo

Big G Herbo slide without that fire, that's a no-no

This bitch been on my side since my nigga died

Flamin' that iron, my lil' nigga fried

I'm really that nigga, how can I hide?

Fly to Atlanta and pop out at Hyde

Walk out of Hyde and go to the Bove

Seen that water, I dove (you know that)

And I'ma stick to the code (you know that)

I used to play with the stove (you know that)

I used to pay for them O's

Now they payin' for records I sold

Now I just fly to New York and I'm payin' the jeweler for makin' my mold (Swervo)

Now I got like three cribs and three kids, I feel like I'm old

I taught them niggas the game, they know what it is, I feel like they owe me

Really a nigga don't owe me shit, if you was born by yourself, get rich

Beanies by Mal, made him pick the switch

Five years later that switch on the stick (brrt)

I was down, I ain't have shit, Swervo rich, I still ain't switch

Made the draft, but I can't pick 'cause all these hoes on my dick

Used to ridin' with that blick

Used to love firin' like my big

Swervo ridin' in that six

G63, that's my bitch

Wreck the 'Hawk, got it towed

Lost my dog, bought him froze (Max)

Wish the Bulls would've gave D-Rose a max

Still ball like D-Rose at Saks

I be switchin' from Rolls to Lamb'

I be switchin' from Rolls to 'Lac

I be switchin' from rapper to savage

Savages love me, let 'em hold the sack

I'm still the same, word to my tats

Cock and bang, word to my Gat

I'm so charismatic I act

You ain't even know I act like that

I barely pop outside with stacks

I got to pop outside with straps

Soon as I pop out I'm on go

How bro pop outside and lack?

G Herbo

Swervo

I'm G Herbo and Swervo, can't even-

I can't even tell the difference between G Herbo and Swervo