Crazy Verse: G Herbo

Hard not to feel this one.

Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
Folly boy, O block, eastside
Where it ain’t no conversation they just let them heats ride

Can’t nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin’?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign
I’ve been out there three days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind

I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin’ paper

Where I come from ain’t no hope if you was claimin’ that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin’, granny raised us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin’, pullin’ capers, that’s real shit

Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I’m still with
Better watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit
Homie take your shorty lunchbox, and won’t feel shit
I came from a place where it’s basic but you won’t make it
Feds buildin’ cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
You ain’t never seen the shit that I seen

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