Trials - G Herbo

We was young rebels

Renegade heavy, war ready

Niggas wanted our respect 'cause they owe

I’ma get it on my own, I ain’t one of

We like under niggas when we know they hoes

Had they back out selling coke, man, I know they told

I ain’t get enough supply and I oversold

We was posted with the six till the cells came

Get the bottles out the fridge, now I know they cold

I be all over the bread like provalone

I been balling so hard now my shoulder blown

Get it back, I’m in the trap house, overload

All the Ziploc bags and the soda gone

Niggas gon' said I’m going home

Then they don’t have no idea why it’s going wrong

If you out here with the squad then be smart with 'em

Don’t play no part in it, you ain’t got your heart in it

Couple niggas killas on them prison yards with it

Shooting hammers in them cars with a broad in it

What you thought she was gon' do for ya?

Not time or support, nigga

She ain’t waiting too for ya

She ain’t come through on the books with the loot for ya

You go to trial, she won’t even buy a suit for ya

Win or lose on that verdict, it’s the finals, nigga

Pick a bitch, 'cause that jury ain’t 'gon root for ya

Y’know, trials and tribulations, man

That’s what life about, y’know what I’m saying?

The fails, the falls, ups and downs

It’s only to keep going, keep staring

Make you stronger

Y’know what I’m saying?

The weak give up, but anyway

I know that I was destined

Ain’t no coincidence, I know that I was blessed with

Too intelligent, I know I ain’t to mess with

Ride me if you desperate

Sure to get your chest hit

I be to myself just tryna get a check 'cause

Everybody else just pussy boy infected

Now my family and real niggas feel neglected

But I feel like if they love me they gon' respect it

Money on my head, how?

I ain’t get the message?

Glass restaurant with my bitch eating breakfast

If you stand too long, I ain’t second guessing

How long you think it take to out this bitch, just a second

Hating on a nigga 'cause your bitch and him were sexing

Still got the hoe home, tryna get her pregnant

Mad at the world 'cause you had new affection

Worst thing of all, kill a nigga 'cause he flexing

Let a nigga a flex, mad 'cause we rich

Mad and you sick, really on my dick

You know me as G Herbo

Worry me 'bout shit

Turn up my flex a bit, have another fit

Curry on my hip, get hit out your lip

Filled with hollow tips, that’s just off the rip

Glizzy got my hands all sweaty off the grip

Fingertips sticky, I just rolled up a zip

Boulders and shit, I was like twelve

Cause told me you a learn more the older you get

Soldiers and shit

I was in the field, that’s the reason I be rapping all soulful and shit

Load up the whip, this one for my niggas got hit

Pulling up top, hold up the clip

This some whole other shit

Living like this, have a nigga twenty, looking old as a bitch

G Herbo, uh

Y’know, gang shit, man

Y’know 150 dream team, 150 rock-block

Humble Beast, Essex block

79th and Essex Rock Block

Kobe squad

Cap or die, nigga