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G Herbo
G Herbo
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Charles Walter Dumazer
Charles Walter Dumazer
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Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
C SICK
C SICK
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Look
I know I rap a lot
'Bout being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving, it's the goat
That's just the way it go
They stealing, robbing, living heartless
Never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh
'Cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh
'Cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow
Look, red snow
I was born in the slums
With the drugs and the bums
Looking up to thugs with they guns
Why they want for us to settle every first of the month?
All the way till you tired of the crumbs
Kids getting up for school, they ain't setting no alarms
They wake up to the sound of the drum (Grrah!)
And respect don't go too long nowadays
Man that **** want a hood with the gun
I remember I was young, running wild with my ****
Real reckless 'round the hood, just for fun
By eighth grade, yeah we was trapping stacking ones
Staying up for parties, packing guns
.22's, .380's, .32's under the jacket
Thought we was the navy!
Yeah, we took on the hood, made them old ****
Fall right in line, man, they thought we was babies!
Back then had to think and react like a man
As a boy, that's what made me
I was riding for mine, we gon' die for the cause
I'm known to be crazy
I was out in the field, committing sins with my dogs
Disobeying the laws
Bitch no respect for the jakes
I won't ride if they paid me
And these fuck **** lower than rats in the streets
Doing hits, liking babies
You won't catch me with no gat in the streets
**** say they after me
**** say they whacking me
Bought some fire, no one got at me
G Herbo ain't with no rapping beef
If a **** want me, clap at me
I used to have dreams of degrees
Growing up becoming a athlete
But instead I depended on Essex
Lil Roc rolled the Swishers and Cap packed the heat
Pistol gang, I keep my gat with me
No Limit, my gang cap with me
Codeine squad I still got Act' in me
'Roc Block' ain't just a tat on me
I know I rap a lot
'Bout being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving, it's the goat
That's just the way it go
They stealing, robbing, living heartless
Never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh
'Cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh
'Cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow
Look, red snow
Red snow, you either dead or dead broke
And all the youngins know is, "Blow!"
And sell that damn coke
They daddy's dead or on death row
And moms don't care or know
Where eight year old's get killed at candy stores
No damn remorse
Babies, mothers, grannies, aunts
**** don't fear no more
They ain't in the streets for real
They don't care no more
These **** ain't for real
They ain't trained to kill
A lot of **** really bitches
They just life taking
And they take the wrong lives
They ain't Life savers
They ain't tryna get money
They ain't 'bout paper
These **** know me lowkey
Lil bro toting Glocks with lasers
He lost his heartbeat
Doctors had to feed him anesthesia
I'm everywhere from Lakeshore to Cicero
Nothing major
He told you that he run the city
Yeah, he mighta played ya
Don't no **** run the city
We all from the city
The murder cap, closing your eyes
Will get you done out quickly
And all my **** gun down quickly
Catch you, run down, empty
Get high off lean, smoke pounds of OG
'Fore I fall in, homie
I'm gone off Remy, smoking pasto
Got that blammer on me!
Bro and 'em told me, you G Herbo
Can't be by your lonely
I know I rap a lot
'Bout being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving, it's the goat
That's just the way it go
They stealing, robbing, living heartless
Never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh
'Cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh
'Cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow
Look, red snow
Written by: Charles Walter Dumazer, Herbert R Wright
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