No Guts, No Glory

Uh, uh This that real player shit, you know, from a real player That just sit back and look at life and see how this shit goin' now Yeah I just been in mode This for them bitches that ain't love me Before I was in that Rolls (Phew) But fuck them hoes, I'm still runnin' tryna chase my goals (Swervo) They all eaters, like the Reaper, tryna take my soul They call me the humble one, but I know I'm the G.O.A.T (Goat) Yeah I'm calm, I'm still a tickin' bomb, I'ma blow Got the world sittin' in my palms, drop the lo' How much I pay? Got too many charms, I don't know (I don't know) I'm in the 'Raq, I ain't even see my mom or with my bros (Bros) You tell me show up, I can't pull up armed, I don't go (Won't go) And niggas talk but they don't mean no harm They some hoes (You know that) Killers spinnin', I ain't in attendance, I'm a no-show If you mention me, I know what's up, that's just promo Big G Herbo fly without that fire, that's a no-no This bitch been on my side since my nigga died Flamin' that iron, my lil' nigga fried I'm really that nigga, how can I hide? Fly to Atlanta and pop out at Hyde Walk out of Hyde and go to the bove Seen that water, I dove (You know that) And I'ma stick to the code (You know that) I used to play with the stove (You know that) I used to pay for them O's Now they payin' for records I sold Now, I just fly to New York And I'm payin' the jeweler for makin' my mode (Swervo) Now, I got like three cribs and three kids, I feel like I'm old I taught them niggas the game, they know what it is I feel like they owe me Really a nigga don't owe me shit If you was born by yourself, get rich Beat my his mom, made him pick the switch Five years later that switch on the stick (Brr) I was down, I ain't have shit, Swervo rich, I still ain't switch Made the drive, but I can't pick 'cause all these hoes on my dick Used to ridin' with that blick Used to love firin' like my Bic Swervo ridin' in that six G six three, that's my bitch Wreck the 'hawk, got it towed Lost my dog, bought him froze (Max) Wish the Bulls would've gave D-Rose a max Still ball like D-Rose at Saks I be switchin' from Rolls to Lamb' I be switchin' from Rolls to 'Lac I be switchin' from rapper to savage Savages love me, let 'em hold the sack I'm still the same, word to my tats Cock and bang, word to my Gat I'm so charismatic I act You ain't even know I act like that I barely pop outside with stacks I got to pop outside with straps Soon as I pop out I'm on go How bro pop outside and lack? G Herbo Swervo I'm G Herbo and Swervo, can't even- I can't even tell the difference between G Herbo and Swervo