How I turn  oh, this the, this the bottom, right?
This one right here ain´t turn
Uh (This phone)
Uh (Yeah)
It´s G Herbo (Yep)

I feel like the best rapper alive, for real
I know I am, no bap
Yep, yep, yep (When I get to flickin´ that Bic like Wayne, you niggas in trouble)

Rick Owen hoodie, G Fazo tennis shoes
Way before them fullies, I had a .22 in middle school
I am not that same nigga you knew, I been improvin´
My name in the hall of fame ´cause I´ma shoot, win or lose
Stay on P´s and Q´s, my heart easily bruised
No Limit, don´t follow rules, if we spot him, go watch the news, ayy
I don´t fuck with jail lunch, I be eatin´ brunch with Jews
I ain´t lost in trial once ´cause my safe full of blues, yeah

I pop out and stunt
Made four hundred, I fuck off a hundred K a month
You don´t gotta backdoor my opps, we walk right through the front
We went turnt they whole block into a pound of Runtz
Big bro put me back on top when I went down some
This shit ain´t nothin´, you niggas ain´t never been around money
These hoes fuckin´, we run through bops for fun around the country
All at amusement parks and shit with my sons, I´m still clutchin´, ayy
Switches spark and spread like butter
Every day, gotta stay on guard, streets broke my heart, I lost my brother
Summertime, ain´t have no fan, wintertimes, ain´t have no covers

Big G Herbo, I´m the man, I bought a Rolls-Royce out the gutter
Know some niggas that I looked up to every day, went out like a sucker
Know some killers that´s ´round the way, ain´t got no pape´, but he got a cutter
And on Cap, shit, if it wasn´t for rap, could´ve been that motherfucker
All the profit we got from the trap, we was lookin´ out for each other, go
Ferrari whips and palm trees
´Member Max was runnin´ the strip, used to grab his stick, then call me
2018 when he passed, took lean and Xans, had all the reasons
Paid his bail every time he got in a jam ´cause I had all the cheese
Everybody straight to V.I.P. when they walk in that bitch with me

In my own city, they hate, but I spend cake when I´m with the skis
Shit get major, we ain´t even got no patience, fuck it up and leave
Soon as that button go to the left, remind me of death ´cause it come in threes (Three round, grrt)

G Herbo, this that hustler music
No bap, every day, I wake up, I want that
I need it, I need that
Shoutout to all the real niggas, man, wake up and get on top of what they need to get on, man
Take care of they family, they friends
I took my chance before the advance
And I been had a hundred bands, let´s get it
This that hustler music, G Herbo, best rapper alive