G Herbo - Man Down lyrics

[Intro] Look man, Ball Like I'm Kobe the mixtape coming soon man Young n***a done grew up now though but let me tell you something [Verse 1] Take me way back, way way back Back to 87th Rink with the wave caps Back to 72nd street that's where I played at But 79 ess** block where I was made at East side, only side where I was raised at No cease fire, disrespect us you get blazed at Take me back, way back to elementary Lost G Fazo in 2010 the rest was history And ever since its been "murder all my enemies" And ever since it's been "never show no sympathy" I'm in this by myself, n***as don't mean sh** to me And money don't mean sh** to me I remember nights, when it wasn't sh** to eat And ever since it's been "n***as can't get sh** for free" This world f**ed up my n***a, so good luck my n***a And once you in that state system then you stuck my n***a Better get some bucks my n***a You only got yourself the rest don't give a f** my n***a And I'mma live it up my n***a Don't be mad at me your b**h can't get enough my n***a But back to basics, you want that bank just hit me up my n***a Smoking OG to the face I'm high as f** my n***a You know G Herbo keep some codeine in his cup my n***a Roll up to my show we got 4 FNs in the trunk my n***a And we got them slammers in the club You know Lil Marley blammin' n***a mud Just went to see my big bro Maskey in the county jail He was out on 25 but he tryna make another bail When I was 17 I seen my first 100 racks I turned 18 seen it again and blew that 100 back But now I'm wiser b**h I'm master making money stack I'm tryna win a grammy I got fo' n dem out there sellin' crack What you need? You know we buy that store Big bucks my bro, he got it for the low f** the law they tryna send a n***a up the road Pa**ing out conspiracies they snatch me up b**h I don't know I don't know Free my n***a Crazy James, shout out my big bro perfect 8 And ever since they took the game sh** ain't been the same Free Lil Merch and wet em up see shorty n them be duckin treys Roll around with all my ice on me I got 24 for Kobe and this pipe on me Boy you better not risk your life on me We in the club might get your head shot, pull a knife on me You standin' in the line paying for your mans and all I don't show up to the club unless the bands involved I'm sick of these hating n***as, all you snaking n***as Pocket watcher tryna see how much I'm making n***a Why you wanna see me fail? I'm tryna make it n***a Why you want me to be broke and stay a basic n***a? Why n***as wanna see me dead? Tryna see me down Same n***as shake my hand when they see me 'round Let you know for you gotta watch em They gon drop a dime or k** you for a dollar And I gotta watch my back cause I know n***as plottin' Same n***a who say he ya partna' he'll pop-pop And I'm ridin' round tryna ease the pain Smoking on dutches drink a ace of lean High speedin' and I'm switching lanes Tired of talkin Ballin Like I'm Kobe on the way [Outro] RIP all my n***as man Free all my n***as man Ballin Like I'm Kobe on the mixtape Coming real soon man You already know what it is man Pistol gang, 4L You already know how we rocking man PPP Man Let's get it man We don't f** around we gotta get this money man f** all that other sh**