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FoReal
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Rap
FoReal was released on July 27, 2018 by Machine Entertainment Group - G Herbo as a part of the album Swervo
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AlbumSwervo
Release DateJuly 27, 2018
LabelMachine Entertainment Group - G Herbo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just told 'em to turn my headphones all the way up
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Damn, Sizzle
Man, it be hard for me to rap on these raw ass beats
[Verse 2]
It's G Herbo, baby
And I come straight from the blizz-ock
Luckily, I ain't a felon, but I got caught with the glizz-ock
And I just bought me a white Sky Dweller, finna bust down my wrist watch
2018 my year, watch
Bitch, I'm only flyin' from the clear watch
Yeah, that's the jet, so I travel with the TEC
When I land, put the engine in the rear, watch
And we back to back, Bentleys all matte black
Hit the sport, throw that bitch up into gear, ah
I heard it's some trappers in here, huh?
What you make this year?
Anyway, it's some hammers in here
Pistol clappers in here, kidnappers in here
We just got left in the jungle and turned to some animals
Bitch, we adapters in here
Pull up shootin' shit from mid-range
Bitch, we Toronto Raptors in here
Mama told me, "Can't live in fear"
I changed the atmosphere, aye
****, I ain't drunk that Act' in a year
Only if Cap was here
[Verse 3]
I don't talk that shit, I'll end **** rap career
I was in the streets too much and it held me back for real
I was in the the trap for real
I hit a hundred-seventy-five racks for real
Still ride with them straps for real
But I beat the streets, I ain't goin' back for real
[Verse 4]
Blick on my lap for real, for real
And it's a known fact for real
Get killed 'bout Kobe and Cap for real
Pull up, blaat for real (Blaat)
We sold crack for real (Crack)
In the stu', strapped for real (Strapped)
Lil' Herb back for real (Back)
[Verse 5]
**** is bitch
No homo, but my Glock got a dick
Twenty plus, four or more
I used to get all the way up and go broke
Said to myself, I ain't doin' that no more
Walk ups on ****, glide slow, low
Jedi, blow four from the .44
Might as well let off the .2, ain't got no more
On the way home, it's 12 on glow though
Big .40 hollows, spin like hollow
We fully auto, swerve, he caught though
Racks on me now like I just hit the lotto
Ain't in the hood no more, but I'm not far though
Bitch I'm sauced up, taco
Bossed up, El Chapo
Built for war right now though
That bitch be ready where I go
**** what's that, Posto (Posto)
Reeking up my clothes, aye
What it say on my clothes?
Givenchy, Leonardo
Never sold my soul
All my shows sold
All these **** hoes
Here go a bullet hole
[Verse 6]
I don't talk that shit, I'll end **** rap career
I was in the streets too much and it held me back for real
I was in the the trap for real
I hit a hundred-seventy-five racks for real
Still ride with them straps for real
But I beat the streets, I ain't goin' back for real
[Verse 7]
Blick on my lap for real, for real
And it's a known fact for real
Get killed 'bout Kobe and Cap for real
Pull up, blaat for real (Blaat)
We sold crack for real (Crack)
In the stu', strapped for real (Strapped)
Lil' Herb back for real (Back)
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Joshua Luellen
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