G Herbo - XXL Freshman Cypher 2016 lyrics

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G Herbo - XXL Freshman Cypher 2016 lyrics

[Verse 1: Dave East] If you heard it from me, you oughta know it's the truth I'm Dominican play the Cuban when I go in the booth Hustle and flow, all I did was hustle and sell From the trap straight to XXL, I should've been here Cigar smoke, Valentino designer swimwear Eating swordfish, Balenciaga, like ten pair Fashion talk, reminiscin' when I had to walk First Ave to Lenox, handle business, knock the package off I told Nas I got the Prezi 'fore the album drops Sour got me zonin' really thinking what got Malcolm shot Basquiat when it comes to art You lyin' still looking for the wiz when it come to heart I won't buy it If you a man know that men stand up Like my mother's mom fell I had to pick grams up Sports, d** and entertainment made me hit Cam up I'm in Bermuda with a cougar gettin' my tan up Harlem [Verse 2: G Herbo] G Herbo, you know me I guess that I'm a freshman now, but I've been an OG It's okay cause' all my life it's been someone before me It always takes someone to step up sayin' I'm one and only I just been rollin, smoking let em off, and k** em softly I used to rap for fun but now I'm getting guacamole n***as wanna know me, b**hes wanna stop and blow me Haters wanna see me clapped up, leave a n***a Holy I watched them shells hit his back up let em' k** him slowly Them hollows'll straighten his act up, leave a n***a Holy Hallelujah, disrespect me boy I gotta do ya I ride with shooters, got em shooting, this the llama shooter, don't do it, look In 2015, all I did was get cream Every other day 10K like MJ I need 6 rings You foul a** n***as hating but that sh** ain't working Went down my first year in the finals just like Kyrie Irving Dropped out of school ain't take no finals, I was smoking Urban Hopped out the van with fo nem reeking that's that n***a Herb and Catch me in homeroom sleeping I was off the syrup and I kept a pocket full of faces they knew I was swervin' Police in my city racist stopped me on the curb and Question me, start makin' accusations of my character Ask why I carry so much money n***a this America Diamonds shining, chains on tryna' add my karats up Know they daughter love my music, f** around and marry her Tryna put me in a cell man them white folks scared of us I got them white folks on me now, them white folks takin' care of us Vito, Fazo on me, nah, white folks told me nah My homies tatted on me, I told Kobe hold me down Two 40's all for me, and Cap that's when I roll around Just stay lowkey I don't wanna have to- nobody down