G Herbo - XXL Freshman lyrics

Roaches, rats in apartments, mama smoking, baby starving Pistols loading, discharging, I grew up in all it Ghetto, hell, slums, bottom, what you wanna call it? Nobody role models, everybody alcoholics The shorties either g**ning or they basketballin’ Where n***as get left slain stankin’ ‘cause they chain swangin’ Them kids won’t see they moms again ‘cause homie ain’t aimin’ Damn the streets changing, these lil n***as dangerous Don’t even mask up no more, these lil n***as brainless I got so many fallen loved ones, n***a out here painless Don’t know when it’s my time to go, I keep that, I’ma flame it Want to see me dead or broke, I know I need that motivation Like if I blow my shot, lose everything I got Have my hand out on that block, become everything I’m not Been through that life, I blew that check, lost everything I had That sh** just left me looking silly and my mama sad No n***a ever gave me sh** when I was down bad I was by myself in a six foot room right there on my a** And now I stack that sh** and mean it, like I’m on my last I stay solo from f** n***as like they on my a** You know if I don’t f** with you, better not cross my path n***as think it’s sweet, they see me in the streets, I been in my bag Got to stay lowkey but I can’t wait to let ‘em feel my wrath Still trained to go, could start doing backstrokes in a bloodbath We wake up, flame up, pop up, post up Steal dope, clap folks, crack jokes Still ain’t sad, k** us some white folks f** those if it ain’t real black though Started getting real money, I was 17 I’m 20 now, I’ma take it way back though 4th grade I was tryna be Ivo Shooting ball, playing ‘round, saying raps though Grab my school sh**, been throwing L’s up Never knew what we all headed out for Young n***as having real life shootouts By my grandma house, had to move out Started rapping, wasn’t tryna be a star I was speaking what I lived, what I knew ‘bout 17 had labels tryna sign me Thought might as well speak, so I flew out Flew back, had to see what I was worth Hit the studio, I know what I’ma do now Meanwhile tryna make it in a warzone Matter fact, let me hold that thought My city know I ain’t even got to talk Pull up, hop out, white chalk Now you see me, smell money when I walk Humble with it, no I ain’t tryna floss Every real street n***a took a loss Took a few, bounced back, shook it off Had an X by my name, took it off 150, dream team, I’m the boss I came from gambling, totin’, rollin’ Stolen transportation, police stations Look at me now, tell me congratulations