ฟังเพลงIntro

Song: Intro

Artist: G Herbo

Lyrics: G Herbo

Composed: Don Cannon

Cannon

I do it for the haves and the have-nots

All he had was a half and a glass pot

Gotta race 'til he the first one with the last rock

Every day you see his face just like a mascot

Trapping out the Honda, no, he never had a stash box

Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot

Ever since a kid, he seeing coke all around him

Born to hustle, that's his only hope all around him

Went to school stylin', middle school's wildin'

He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent

How he gon' survive in a world full of savages?

Born to get some money, but'll kill, gotta balance it

He can't fold under pressure (Uh-uh), life full of challenges

'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis

Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of 'em

He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis

Really seen catastrophes, I be rappin' average shit

Homie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this

But back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced

Holmes got a different plan with 550 grams

Strapped with it in his hand, trap, just a ceiling fan

Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man

Push 'em to the limit, watch him snap just like any man

Steady poppin' Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams

You don't live how he live, you don't feel the man

Ain't no lil' bitty pill just gon' heal a man

He can't chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh

Oh, you just like us, they robbed you of your innocence, huh?

Real menaces, we grew up like Dennises, huh?

Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh

No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nothin'

Niggas 'posed to been on prom doing sentences

That's fucked up, better get your bucks up

'Member I was fucked up, daddy said I lucked up

But it wasn't no luck for us, nobody had none for us

I was with some real niggas, but it wasn't enough of us

Held the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up

He gangsta, but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough

I'm humble, but my city in a headlock and a uppercut

Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough

My head race, I'm riding alone, just my mind and this chrome

Used to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home

And I spend like one point five on my diamonds alone

Only count on who gon' still be by my side if it's gone

Just a handful, you can't never have no win if your mans lose

Exploitation off your mans, that's a fan move

F&N have that man doing dance moves

Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool

Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules

Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn Jews

Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools?

And all these bamboos? Sticks

We ain't worried 'bout no opps, yeah, they could suck a dick

I just stayed a extra thirty minutes taking pics

Trigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits

G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense

We ain't never get pinched, no coincidence

We was supposed to get rich 'cause we was meant for this

Now all we know arithmetic, but everybody with the shits

I hope it ain't no incidents 'cause everybody in some whips

And we'll trip, rip clips, flip shit

Dip, split, switch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen

And ain't no niggas in this shit doin' shit like this clique

Ain't no more room for you pussy boys, quit rappin' (PTSD)