album cover
Real
11,368
Hip-Hop
Real was released on December 26, 2014 by Machine Entertainment Group - G Herbo as a part of the album Pistol P Project
album cover
Release DateDecember 26, 2014
LabelMachine Entertainment Group - G Herbo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Syk Sense
Syk Sense
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I grew up just a fuckin' screw up
I'm talkin' way before the money when a **** blew up
I'm talkin' nothin' in my stomach, water what I threw up
I came from under, in that gutter where it rain manure
[Verse 2]
Where don't nobody want a future, all the shorties shooters
But you can't judge that young man just by what he doin'
You don't understand the circumstances how he grew up
He ain't never had a father, watched his momma toot up
[Verse 3]
I came up with them hot boys, everybody knew us
Fifteen, sixteen, **** tryna do us
Can't trust a soul
'Cause for that cash, your **** turn to Judas
I'm tellin' you the truth my **** 'cause I really do this
[Verse 4]
Now Herbo always on the road, I guess I'm a tourist
Scream my name at all my shows, I guess I'm the truest
Let me stop acting like I don't know, yes, I'm the truest
To put this rap game in a choke hold, yes, I'm the newest
[Verse 5]
But still that youngin' from the bottom, started of with nothin'
And now I'm all about my dollars all across the country
I'm workin' hard because I'm starvin' and you **** lunchmeat
I get respect in every city, dare a **** touch me
It's gon' get ugly
[Verse 6]
I was hateful, now I'm livin' lovely, it's marvelous
Everybody screamin' gang but they don't know who started it
That's a shame how my city the same, some fuckin' followers
Keep the fame and don't mention my name
Unless your dollar's up, ****
[Verse 7]
Free my homies, a couple doin' almost life in that shitter
Life ain't shit and they bitch getting piped by they ****
I know **** they got they life snatched right by they ****
You think he got his life back
'Cause no fight from his ****
[Verse 8]
Fuck ****, don't do right by they **** at all
I get jammed up, believe I know what **** to call
I know my **** that's gon' ride
I know which **** gon' fall
But sad to say, I know I just can't fuck
With **** at all
[Verse 9]
Jumped of the porch and then I hit the block
The rest was history
They murdered Roc and ever since
The street shit just been into me
And for Kobe Squad it's fuck the ops, kill all my enemies
To ease the pain I pour up gasoline
And pints of Hennessy
[Verse 10]
Ball like I'm covered in mixtape, man
Free al my ****, man
R.I.P all my ****, man
This real shit right here, man, this real shit
One fifty dream team, the campaign man
N.L.M.B.
Written by: Herbert R Wright
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...