Death Row - G Herbo

I was on death row

I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge

Nigga livin' like a thug, like I’m 'Pac though

I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though

When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke

Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know

17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow

Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule

Herbo really quiet, I get loud 'bout my cheddar though

Really was outside, on the 9 with Beretta’s, oh

No bap, I ain’t lying, I got 5 on my schedule

So if I text outside, come outside

How I tell her, I ain’t regular

I knew she was a vibe when I met her

I rock thousand dollar sweaters, bitches love me like Coachella

Told her, «Gimme some»

I respect you, don’t address me like I’m anyone

Bitch is messy thick, that she got her titties done

Oh, she a dime in her city, huh

She like lemon-lime with her Henny, huh

You ain’t choosin' niggas, you get diamonds from any of 'em

Run away girl, I could line up with 20 of 'em

But that ho so fine, it don’t mean me none

Bro you tried to smash, she ain’t give him none

Still got a slide in my ride with a 50 drum

City dumb, I can’t have no fun

I got 50 guns, nigga

I was on death row

I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge

Nigga livin' like a thug, like I’m 'Pac though

I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though

When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke

Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know

17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow

Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule

All that dumb shit I did, really was it worth it though?

Don’t define me by my past, ain’t nobody perfect though

I wasn’t thinkin' 'bout the consequences, it was working though

I jumped head first in the trap, but I had that bitch twerkin' though

Aye, who you workin' for?

Tell me what you lurkin' for

He just gettin' money, what you gotta merk him for?

(Fuck nigga)

Seeing niggas fakin', that shit erkin' though (That shit erkin')

But I’ma pull up on him when it’s perfect though

I could tell you what I’m worth, or you could search it though

Hands greasy, 'bout that chicken, like I’m Churches though

City bad, but my block was like the worstest though

I couldn’t lack, I took my Glock inside the church before

Summer time, like the hood having curses

I ain’t never lied in my verses

I ain’t never lied when I’m merchin' it

Couple opps ain’t survive out them surgeries

I was on death row

I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge

Nigga livin' like a thug, like I’m 'Pac though

I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though

When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke

Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know

17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow

Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule