Isaiah Rashad - All Herb lyrics

(feat. Amindi) [Amindi:] fu*k it, I'ma get it off my chest though Made a ni**a perfect for his next hoe fu*k it, I'ma get it off my chest though Made a ni**a perfect for his next hoe Knew you would tryna bait me like a set If I give ten percent, I'ma need it back tenfold [Isaiah Rashad:] Screamin' at home, and no phones, we all hurtin' Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb Pay me to feel, what the fu*k, we all need ya Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all hurt Play in the dirt, we are at the sunseeker If I'ma die, make it big, we all hurtin' Tell me it's real, like the front, we all need ya Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb And if you dead, tell me somethin' Like, what's ya life and how you livin'? Did you slide it, did you build it? Did you find it, did you grab it, did you ride it? Like on the TV, tell me off on the marathon Oh, you greedy, catch you, now don't embarrass some You can't see me, John Cena in camouflage And they see me, cashin' out on a Megatron And the VV, lookin' just like it Is Steve in the back? Is you broke? It's all perfect Sleep on the cash, it was life, it's all real Laid on the floor, I was broke, it's all worth it Land on your tail, break it down, it's all word Laid on the floor, is you drunk? We all stupid fu*k you to sleep, it was love, it's all good How many days have I died? We all losers Laid in the streets, said "Five", it's call cap Screamin' at home, and no phones, we all hurtin' Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb Pay me to feel, what the fu*k, we all need ya Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all hurt Play in the dirt, we are at the sunseeker If I'ma die, make it big, we all hurtin' Tell me it's real, like the front, we all need ya Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb [Amindi:] I can call this face out The breakup with a breakdown Been tryna find a way out I'm waitin' for the catch Maybe call you up soon But Jake, got me like "Just cool" What I want and must do They don't always match Runnin' for the hills when it gets rough Show me, sure is feelin' like a setup I'ma be a isolated mess Just to look as good as it gets Nothin' less when I mess up [Isaiah Rashad:] Yeah, who on the edge, it's the funds, it's all Ubers Starvin' a child, it's a check, it's all hers We could've died, there was shots, they don't know it Sparin' a child goin' wild Yeah, AMG in the dark, it's all motor Crashin' the Jeep, it's fine, it's all hers fu*k it, it's robbers, who shot us all posted Spillin' the drink, goin' wild Screamin' at home, and no phones, we all hurtin' Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb Pay me to feel, what the fu*k, we all need ya Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all hurt Play in the dirt, we are at the sunseeker If I'ma die, make it big, we all hurtin' Tell me it's real, like the front, we all need ya Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb [Amindi:] fu*k it, I'ma get it off my chest though Made a ni**a perfect for his next hoe Knew you would tryna bait me like a set If I give ten percent, I'ma need it back tenfold fu*k it, I'ma get it off my chest though Made a ni**a perfect for his next hoe Knew you would tryna bait me like a set If I give ten percent, I'ma need it back