G Herbo – Crazy

[Intro]
G Herbo, Swervo
Humble beast man, you know I’m just doing me, I can’t complain

[Verse 1]
A product of my environment, of course I am
Walking with this torch I am
Still smell like gunpowder, straight up off that porch I am
Youngest nigga got up on his grizzy, without force I am
Go and cop that new Ferrari, 700 horse, I am
And I told my big bros, "let me see you run it up"
I don’t give a motherfuck about them if they ain’t one of us
Niggas, they ain’t nothing like us
They wasn’t on that block like us
They don’t tote them Glocks like us
They won’t die for Roc like us
Understanding, overhanded, get that money rubberband it
Count it first before you spend it
I don’t think they comprehend it
Thinking about my big bro Crazy James, he got apprehended
All we know is blocka-blocka-blocka then the coppers had him
Can’t forget my bro Da Roe, I love him like my mama had him
That night we lost Kobe on the 8 block, had that Glock beside him
Can’t forget about them days and nights cause they made me
We survived the trenches, we was crazy

[Hook]
I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy
Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy
Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy
Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy
Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy
Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me

[Verse 2]
Used to post up on that corner
It was after midnight on a school night
30 clip right on us, Lord I promise, I’m just tryna do right
Tell me how you grew up, this my story, let me hear what you like
Bullet wounds in middle school, he just tryna protect his new bike
Now I did the presidential, I might go Patek with blue light
I might go Ben Frank the Mueller, make it work, curse out the jeweler
Golden links like Rick The Ruler
In your club, might able to rumor
Walk outside with sticks and rulers
Pull shit, be so quick to do ya
Anyway, I’ve been straight since a teen, literally
Fuck shit up, walk out tell ’em bill me, Hillary
You starving, we eating over here B
Get a piece
Closed mouths don’t get fed, you a pussy, don’t come near the G
And they say I’m crazy, me I say I’m brazy
Mom, pops, at home, the street life, that’s what raised me
The streets they love me one day and the next I know they hate me
I love what I’ve become, I’m just a product of what made me

[Hook]
I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy
Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy
Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy
Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy
Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy
Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me

[Outro]
Almost drove me crazy
That shit was crazy
That shit was crazy
My niggas crazy
Shit was crazy
I just start going crazy
They think I’m crazy
I’m just a product of what made me

G Herbo – Crazy (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo, Swervo
Humble beast man, you know I’m just doing me, I can’t complain

[Verse 1]
A product of my environment, of course I am
Walking with this torch I am
Still smell like gunpowder, straight up off that porch I am
Youngest nigga got up on his grizzy, without (?) I am
Go and cop that new Ferrari, 700 horse, I am
And I told my big bros, "let me see you run it up"
I don’t give a motherfuck about them if they ain’t one of us
Niggas, they ain’t nothing like us
They wasn’t on that block like us
They don’t tote them Glocks like us
They won’t die for Roc like us
Understanding, overhanded, get that money rubberband it
Count it first before you spend it
I don’t think they comprehend it
Thinking about my big bro Crazy James, he got apprehended
All we know is blocka-blocka-blocka then the coppers had him
Can’t forget my bro Da Roe, I love him like my mama had him
That night we lost Kobe on the 8 block, had that Glock beside him
Can’t forget about them days and nights cause they made me
We survived the trenches, we was crazy

[Hook]
I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy
Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy
Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy
Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy
Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy
Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me

[Verse 2]
Used to post up on that corner
It was after midnight on a school night
30 clip right on us, Lord I promise, I’m just tryna do right
Tell me how you grew up, this my story, let me hear what you like
Bullet wounds in middle school, he just tryna protect his new bike
Now I did the presidential, I might go Patek with blue light
I might go Ben Frank the Mueller, make it work, curse out the jeweler
Golden links like Rick The Ruler
In your club, might able to rumor
Walk outside with sticks and rulers
Pull shit, be so quick to do ya
Anyway, I’ve been straight since a teen, literally
Fuck shit up, walk out tell ’em bill me, Hillary
You starving, we eating over here B
Get a piece
Closed mouths don’t get fed, you a pussy, don’t come near the G
And they say I’m crazy, me I say I’m brazy
Mom, pops, at home, the street life, that’s what raised me
The streets they love me one day and the next I know they hate me
I love what I’ve become, I’m just a product of what made me

[Hook]
I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy
Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy
Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy
Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy
Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy
Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me

[Outro]
Almost drove me crazy
That shit was crazy
That shit was crazy
My niggas crazy
Shit was crazy
I just start going crazy
They think I’m crazy
I’m just a product of what made me

G Herbo – All I Got (feat. Lil Bibby) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Intro]

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Goin’ hard for my niggas that’s all I got
Man whatever mine is yours that’s all I got
And all I know is the hood that’s all I got
That’s on everything I love that’s all I got
No I don’t play about my mom she all I got
Yes I will kill you bout my brothers they all I got
No we don’t talk to undercovers that’s all I got
I’m either rappin’ or i’m trappin’ that’s all I got

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Young nigga always on that gang bang shit
Bag it up, slang piff, different day same shit
This fame shit came quick, but I can’t switch
They try to come and change shit but I remain this
Real nigga from the start to the finish
All my whips are tinted, and all my niggas winnin’
Yeah, you could tell the difference, i’m the realest in it
Don’t make me call them killers get you gone in a minute
You know we keep that tool fam, please don’t front your move fam
How you on that news cam, you shoulda stayed in school fam
That 30 gets you two grams now, they dreamin’ bout a new Lam
And I, walk around with a few grand, everybody got 2 hands
She gon’ fuck cause she know we them niggas
Send a bitch to the store for some swishers
So fresh I just pose for the pictures
My niggas know I won’t fold on em, see the opps then roll on em
Judge offers you two years and you told on em?
Damn

[Hook]
Goin’ hard for my niggas that’s all I got
Man whatever mine is yours that’s all I got
And all I know is the hood that’s all I got
That’s on everything I love that’s all I got
No I don’t play about my mom she all I got
Yes I will kill you bout my brothers they all I got
No we don’t talk to undercovers that’s all I got
I’m either rappin’ or i’m trappin’ that’s all I got

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
No I won’t never leave my brothers they all I got
Shit’ll never be the same
Seen my 10 year nigga Kobe die right before my eyes
And I miss my bro so i’m rollin’ up swishers
And i’m pourin’ up a 4 right now
And you told me bro you gotta watch these niggas
They’re tryna come around you now
These niggas ain’t real, same niggas I was with in the field
Boy I treat em like family now
I don’t got no deal I don’t live in no house on the hill
Fuck nigga this all I got
And i’m still the same nigga got the gang with me
150 killers in the lane with me
In the same city Crazy James with me
Betta not run up on me he gon’ bang semis
Slay the game my man bitch I play to win
I won’t never change, all the change I spend
All I count is bands, tryna touch an M
When I touch an M, touch an M again
Niggas come around like some immigrants
Ain’t no new niggas don’t remember him
Who is you nigga you ain’t cool nigga
You ain’t shoot nigga, just a few niggas
Heard when you get money niggas change
I ran through a lot of that i’m still the same
And my niggas honor that
I know niggas when they left the hood
They ain’t bring a dollar back
I trust my niggas they know where my mama at
We brothers nigga
And don’t no money come above you nigga
I’ll never tell ill do a hunned nigga
Cause I love you nigga

[Hook]
Goin’ hard for my niggas that’s all I got
Man whatever mine is yours that’s all I got
And all I know is the hood that’s all I got
That’s on everything I love that’s all I got
No I don’t play about my mom she all I got
Yes I will kill you bout my brothers they all I got
No we don’t talk to undercovers that’s all I got
I’m either rappin’ or i’m trappin’ that’s all I got