Eastside Story - G Herbo

Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man

RIP them niggas, hah

Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the Bach

Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped

This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap

G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap

I met Kobe on the five, we was Mike’d down in '05

Girbauds and spray painted shirts

Now big bro own one of mine

Wake up, money on my mind

Think bout fonem all the time

Back when Grams lived on the four

First floor, 7405

Vito stayed on the other side

Him and Hill real running wild

WIth Chico and probably smoking dro

8 bucks for a pound of loud

Used to leave for school, lil blac on chico nem porch all the time

Fuck with OGs off the five

Shorties and shit just wasn’t my crowd

Foe nem fucking up the wheel

I ran bouchet, ain’t fuck with powell

That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time

Acting East headed for the rap, damn near still know all the rhymes

Five to nine, yates back to colfax terrortown was on the map

Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back

Used to do pelly coats with the screw back

Chrome buck 50, matched the new gat

Leather (?) with the wheat timbs

Fazo had one that was blue black

G Fazo, no need to say more

Punch so hard, make you wanna shoot back

Shawty off MB don’t do that

Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it

Miss all my niggas, white chalk about 'em

Naw they ain’t like us, niggas bitch made

Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage

Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age

Made 1800 on a good day

«You gon end up dead or broke

Or in jail like your dad and uncle,» shit, that’s what the hood say

Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat

I’m on point like an arrow

Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, «hello»

Got smoke like Dero, remember walking down Marquette, me and G Ferro

Hoodied up if we got to blow

Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo

79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies

No Limit crazy

Remember nights off the lazy

Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me

I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep

Scared for her baby

I was running the east

Turning into Herbo G

The big humble beast, ay