G Herbo - Black lyrics

[Intro] Yeah. Y'know if you wonder why I ever tell y'all yea or whatever I'm on, y'know what I'm saying, in the studio. I'm just- I just gotta tell y'all my move, when I'm on some boss sh**, I gotta embrace my power [Chorus] I had to go black for a moment, no IG I wasn't in these streets Man, I couldn't tell my friends from enemies It was all good, I was off them perccy's, sipping lean 'Til my man told me stop, or you ain't gon' hide anything Anything You ain't gon' hide anything, yeah You ain't gon' hide anything My man told me stop, or you ain't gon' hide anything [Verse 1] I know for my n***as I'd do anything 'Cause I love 'em I won't take credit for anything I know n***as that's gon' take credit for everything n***as always take from you, ain't give you anything Them your enemies I done so much in these streets that I been a G I just might k** me a n***a off Hennessy I think I might be too real for the industry And when I die, I just hope they remember me I was the flyest lil n***a in cla** I was the one who stood out in a**embly's I seen my n***as die before my eyes So i'm the last n***a to show you some sympathy co*k my sh** back, blow it 'til it's empty And I commit murder if you would tempt me f** b**hes, leave 'em, make 'em resent me b**h, I'm a sinner, I'm not repenting God forgive me for my sins, but you know just where I been Give a n***a the whole thirty, amen Probably shot a n***a for gas, f**ing with them xans If you ran, got shot in the back for playing Shouldn't of moved, I'm just saying That why I'm probably playing Boy don't front your move, watch what you saying That might be his man Running your mouth Then wonder why they shot up your house Open your mouth, f** n***a, you a man or a mouse? Family always calling me 'cause I'm the man of the house In a sense of emergency, I've got a man to arouse Thirty on 'em now I can't break a sweat, b**h Thirty on me now You see what's on my neck, b**h? Thirty on me now Diamonds look like blaow Got your b**h, wanna f** me now Thirty hit like blaow I'm the sh** like Colin Powell I went to Bouchet, I ain't go to Powell Me and shawty f**, we was running wild And big bro just beat two bodies Still ain't sh** then get you bodied And I got on Chanel deodorant I might pull up in Mazerati I rap street sh** like I'm [?] Still go fast like kamikaze And I go move to any state Keep foreign sh** in my garage That mean I might be me, you not You want me, b**h? Bring my deposit [Outro] Ay, G Herbo You already know what the f** it is, man Humble Beast, swervo You know? This record man, I'm tryna go down in history, if I ain't gonna be the greatest, Ion even wanna do this sh** For'real, like for'real, for'real That's why, y'know what, they ain't no fly by night sh** I don't want n***as to feel like- y'know what I'm saying? I'ma stay as humble as possible, I'm as humble as they come, you know? But in all actuality I just want n***as to know, you not f**in with me