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Something
14,191
Hip-Hop/Rap
Something was released on November 25, 2016 by Machine Entertainment Group - G Herbo as a part of the album Strictly 4 My Fans
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Release DateNovember 25, 2016
LabelMachine Entertainment Group - G Herbo
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Paschall
Don Paschall
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DP Beats
DP Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17
50 in my face, a gold touch
That was an important period of my life cause it made me what I am now
I was having fun, getting fresh every day
How I looked up, I spent that hit
[Verse 2]
Look, I won a race a hundred miles and running
They was stopping, I ain't jog or nothing
I ain't lag or nothing
I was twenty laps ahead of ya'll
I ain't brag or nothing
Gang rooting under pressure
I ain't let them down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras out
Hand me a towel or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Ya'll know where i started, all them late nights going retarted
Running with the wildest youngin's
Smelling like a thousand onions
Damn that shit don't count for nothing
When I told them I was coming, they just thought I was bluffing
Now my fans out overseas
Pay me twenty thou to touch them
Pretty ladies yea i love them
Come backstage, they let me fuck them
Free of charge, don't owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Made her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me fuck her twice
She know I might fuck up her life
Too lit to have a fucking wife
She fine enough to wife tonight
So fuck it
She can board a flight
Lil RuChris might get her something to go
I guess I'm sorta nice, never been on dates
I risked my life, she see me blowing this pipe
Baby I'm not regular
No I'm not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that's not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can't leave no trace or evidence
Or location
If I'm there too long I gotta move
Fuck it you just stay right here
Cause I don't like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don't leave the G out
When you say Herbo, never leave the G out
G lock on me everyday I leave out
Only way I be out, ninjas know what we aboout
Condos downtown cribs in the suburbs
Finna cop a beach house
Gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere
Pull up skeet out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Another tour coming
Finna do more stunting
One twenty lanes with me still ain't push the score button
Back to the program
Ninjas hating but they whores love me
Still getting tour money
Fifteen for a sixteen so year I made an eight like four summers
Put a couple little racks in a old school
But it still ain't running like the Porsche running
Remember yelling four-seven with the torch running
Hitting cuts on the ops block
Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning
All my ninjas all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all the wars up, load the steel up
Everybody on the team trying to score something
Flat on the ra-ra, then ha-ha
Roll up out in traffic, drop it for something
Yea them killers like Jon-Jon
But we aint' going out sweet
That means ain't no cops dying, that mean ain't no cops killing us
Some say i might sound cocky
Some say i might sound scary
But i know i'm gonna get home where i'm from
That shit get scary
Ride up on your block, bloody mary
Don't you double dare me
I'm from the east side of Chicago
I'm Bucchi where I go
Ninjas know me where I go
I'm a OG where I go
You can't help what you born with
But it's on you if you die broke
I i die before I wake
Have a party when I go
Twenty rollies in a row
I'm a OK, yea I know
Written by: Don Paschall, Herbert Wright III
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