制作

出演艺人
G Herbo
G Herbo
声乐
作曲和作词
Charles Walter Dumazer
Charles Walter Dumazer
作曲
London Buckner
London Buckner
作曲
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
词曲作者
制作和工程
C SICK
C SICK
制作人
DJ L
DJ L
制作人

歌词

[Verse 1]
I mean that boy sound real to me, really real to rap, you know?
It's like the diaries of me, you know? It's like the chronicles
You know of what I've been through, so they can't say that's nothing
And I'm the only to live my life the way I live it, you know?
And we just movin', you know, you know tryna reach the people
All the people that showed us love
That album gold, we pushin' platinum
So we just tryna reach out and, uh
You know go to shows, do our thing
Touch all the people that showed us love and supported us
[Verse 2]
You know I brought my pain, my good and bad
My happiness, my sorrow, and brought life to my fans
And everybody else round the world listenin' to G Herbo
[Verse 3]
Used to wonder, will I ever count a million or obtain a hunnid?
And every time when I went broke I still remained a hunnid
Supported **** doin' good, I never changed or nothing
But why they hate on me? Try to close the gate on me
Why do **** wanna throw they extra dead weight on me?
Still gon' ride until the wheels flat, until my tank on E
When I was the underdog, still I put the bank on me
Who was there a hand for? You ain't drop no damn jewels
I ain't get no motivation, they ain't wanna see me prevail
They ain't wanna see me in there, they'd rather see me in jail
They don't want me to be with fans, they'd rather see me with mail
When I grind, I stick to that, now they just see me and yell
Ridin' Aston-Martins, Vanquishers, flyin' '72 Chevelles
Flashin' money everywhere just so they see me with bail
All the guns I had to load, all the weed we used to sell
Shoulda been a man of Harvard, coulda went to school at Yale
But I chose my own fate, so I may see you in Hell
[Verse 4]
And you know I tell 'em all the time, man
That's all I ever wanted to do is just be the real me
And bring my real life to the audience, man
Whether they like it or not, and not for me to be judged
Or looked at any type of way 'cause I know that one day
They love you for their own reasons
And the next day they hate you
For a decision you made that only affect you
And I still rap, I still rap and do everything I do for my ****, man
And of course my family, too
But they'll tell you the shit that I say to y'all I say to them
Ain't no side of me I don't show y'all through the music
And none of that, I still get the same motivation, my same motivation
I love my fans, they know I love 'em, man
They love me 'cause I, 'cause I bringin' 'em
Me, you know what I'm sayin'? The real, only me, nothing else
[Verse 5]
Ah
They remember I was gang bangin' in the gang way
So don't try me if I'm anywhere, I'm still the same way
****, you still'll get flamed up for bringin' my name up
Sometimes I be cuckoo, still I'll shoot you when I'm famous
All my **** dangerous, never got my chain tucked
Always got my Rollie on, even when I'm all alone
Draco drum go on and on, break all of your dollar bones
I ain't tryna work shit out, ain't no peace, don't call the phone
I ain't really into that, save the stress, I'm tryna go home
Jump right in the game scorin', pacin', though, I'm tryna go long
They really tryna chase it here, four years then be lit
When I die, them folks forget, man, I know this life's a bitch
I'm just tryna plan it out, hit that dough and spread it out
Fuck it, cop my bro a whip, then go buy my mans a house
Know it come with the gang in it, know it comes with the things in it
Baby mamas and mains in it, know you can't be a lame in it
[Verse 6]
Humble beast man, G Herbo, Swervo
You know it's strictly for my fans, man
That's what, that's, that's really where, where my brain at, man
Y'know what I'm sayin'? I get the motivation from my fans
And just everybody, just
I don't know, I, I, this might sound crazy for me to say
But I wish everybody's brain operated the way mine do, but
Really just for people to understand me, you know what I'm sayin'?
People on the outside, my fans
There's people, they can't understand me
Or understand shit on the level, who'll ask me why these things
This why I do it for, though, man, strictly for my fans
For my family, for my ****
Swervo
Written by: Charles Walter Dumazer, Herbert R Wright, London Buckner
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