Outro - G Herbo

Used to wonder, will I ever count a million or obtain 100?

And every time when I went broke I still remained 100

Supported niggas doing good, I never changed or nothing

But why they hate on me?

Try to close the gate on me

Why do niggas wanna throw they extra dead weight on me

Still gon' ride until the wheels flat, until my tank on E

When I was the underdog, still I put the bank on me

What was there a handful?

You ain’t drop no damn jewels

I ain’t get no motivation, they ain’t wanna see me prevail

They ain’t wanna see me in there, they’d rather see me in jail

They don’t want me to be with fans, they’d rather see me with mail

When I grind, I stick to that, now they just see me and yell

Riding Aston-Martins, Vanquishers, flying '72 Chavilles

Flashing money everywhere just so they see me with bail

All the guns I had to load, all the weed we used to sell

Shoulda been a man of Harvard, coulda went to school at Yale

But I chose my own fate, so I may see you in hell

And you know I tell 'em all the time man, that’s all I ever wanted to do is

just be the real me and bring my real life to the audience man, whether they

like it or not.

And not for me to be judged or looked at any type of way cause

I know that one day they love you for your own reasons and the next day they

hate you for a decision you made that only affect you.

And I still rap and do

everything I do for my niggas man and of course my family too but they’ll tell

you the shit that I say to y’all I say to them.

No side of me I don’t show

y’all through the music and none of that, I still get the same motivation,

my same motivation.

I love my fans, they know I love 'em man, they love me

because I bring them me, the real only me, nothing else

They remember I was gang banging in the gang way

So don’t try me if I’m anywhere, I’m still the same way

Nigga you still’ll get flamed up for bringing my name up

Sometimes I be cuckoo, still shoot you when I’m famous

All my niggas dangerous, never got my chain tucked

Always got my Rollie on, even when I’m all alone

Draco drum go on and on

Break all of your dollar bones

I ain’t tryna work shit out

Ain’t no peace, don’t call the phone

I ain’t really into that, save the stress, I’m tryna go home

Jump right in the game scoring, pacing though, I’m tryna go long

They really tryna chase it here

Four years then be lit

When I die, them folks forget

Man I know this life a bitch

I’m just tryna plan it out

Hit that dough and spread it out

Fuck it, cop my bro a whip

Then go buy my mans a house

Know it come with the gang in it

Know it comes with the things in it

Baby mamas and mans in it

Know you can’t be a lame in it

Humble beast man, G Herbo, Swervo.

You know it’s strictly for my fans man,

that’s what, that’s really where my brain at, you know?

I get the motivation

from my fans and just everybody, just I don’t know this might sound crazy for

me to say, I wish everybody brain operated the way mine do but really just for

people to understand me.

Really the people on the outside, my fans,

theres people that can’t understand me, understand shit on a level (?).

Strictly for my fans, my family, for my niggas.

Swervo