Turning 25

Gang It's G Herbo I'm in New York right now man My birthday at midnight Nigga about to be 25 Shit really feel like a century It's just a quarter century This a little freestyle though I'm about to just Just before I get up outta here Now a nigga rich All the fans see a nigga lit (you know that) Remember days I was finna quit Lonely nights on the zip (on the zip) Wartime hopping in the whip On the block with it on my hip (got it) Can't lie, I wasn't innocent (I wasn't innocent) No, I can't lie I wasn't innocent Made it far, I stayed listening Lil' nigga with discipline Them bullets went whistling You gotta know how them trenches get This bitch got a big old 50 clip Mask and I got my pistol gripped Yeah, I still pop out dolo 'Cause niggas be on pussy shit Might be kids on the hit Grow up they key witnesses Ain't 'posed to be no witnesses But we ain't harming no women, kids 'Less them hoes with the shit Ain't say we won't kill a bitch Snub seven give them six Just 11 in this SIG and I'ma do my shit with it Way before G Herbo it was Herbie G (aye) Before the Glock's, the pro mags had 33 Before the drip, the blockheads had dirty sneaks (Essex) Before the grave, the main opps had surgery (pussies) Before the streets love me Say they can't wait to murder me (they can't wait to murder me) But ain't no fucking murkin' me We give out first degree My first video on the eight was with Merk Star TV We was dropping shit back to back All in that black minivan that was MACs Ain't in that V no more got a 'Lac Glizzy I got on my lap 'bout a rack Still'll go back like I live in the 'Raq Feds gon' rewind what they hear my raps I'd rather die before I chill with that rat Really was in it and they knowing that (fuck nigga) Free Oowop and Sinny they ain't going back Wish I could pour some more fours back Wish I could bring all my bros back Wish I was in that old trap (up top) Me and Cap dozing off in the back Wish I could trade this all back What the fuck kinda offer is that? Having fun in the sun but I could stand the rain Son, don't pick up that gun, if you can't stand the flame Way before this fame shit, I already had a name We was yelling gang shit way before you had a gang MLK I had a dream, I almost fed my gang Realized when I woke up, I already fed my gang Boy, I ain't got shit to prove, I already did my thing When they come 'round I remember, I can't blend with lames Yeah Real rap That's no bap Live in effect I'm in here with my niggas It's gon' stay that way