G Herbo - No Jail Time lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I told Chase wasn't no ni**as rappin' this good under twenty-five and I meant it It's G Herbo My lighter say life is what you make it, man When I get to flickin' that Bic like Wayne, you ni**as in trouble (Dougie on the beat) Uh [Verse 1] I set the bar high as fu*k where I'm from Considering ni**as quick to run out of luck where I'm from I had to duck bullets, tuck guns A opp had the ups on me, I couldn't bust run Took some real big losses, had a tough run We was dancin' with the devil, we like, "fu*k fun" sh*t got real wild .40 Glock, alarm clock, shots real loud Fathered the streets, nevеr birthed a real child Lil Wayne is rеal hot on my block When you get your top popped, the cops watch So used to drill and kill, and ni**as stealin' non stop You can't name a street that's terrifyin' here and not rocks, motherfu*ker Where I come from it ain't nothin' but bloodsu*kers Sure this ain't no love for us, real hustler, he can't trust his blood brother Knew he had to beat the odds for him to win since a little child Live in sin but he still smile Got nobody when he feel down Sell coke but he keep the fam good, momma still proud Uh, ni**as stress but be real chill Roll weed when he fill pills God-fearing but he'll still kill Probably put a center in his wheel ni**as spin and miss Thanksgiving, Christmas and that's real spill Everybody gotta start as beginners Where I'm from, you love the first ni**a took you on a real drill [Chorus] ni**a got rich, no jail time Never bought a watch tryna tell time Used to grab hammers when it's nail time How the fu*k I get rich, no jail time? ni**a got rich, no jail time ni**a got rich, no jail time I'm recordin' how I feel, ain't got a middle man Life crazy, but I feel fine [Verse 2] Nothin' special about me, I made mistakes like a motherfu*ker Student of the game, I gotta play this sh*t the same as you Execution, had an opportunity the same as you Lane was like a wide receiver drill, I just made it through Nine of ten times, you want change, gotta change your crew 'Less you got a crew where ni**as doin' sh*t the same as you 'Posed to ride or die, homicide for your guys, code of silence, go to trial, got a crew where ni**as namin' you I'ma wear that sh*t right on my back 'cause that's what gangsters do You got soldiers with you? Real soldiers with me bangin' too We could do this like the range too 'Cause I know you got the flame and I got the flame too And you probably got some aim, I know I got some aim too You can't wait to let out anger, I've been through some pain too We can find peace or make it rain, bullets 'til you need a rain suit Stomach like a scientist, that means I seen some brains too (Ugh) [Chorus] ni**a got rich, no jail time Never bought a watch tryna tell time Used to grab hammers when it's nail time How the fu*k I get rich, no jail time? ni**a got rich, no jail time ni**a got rich, no jail time I'm recordin' how I feel, ain't got a middle man Life crazy, but I feel fine