Bi Polar

Bi Polar - G Herbo Lyrics

[Intro]

Uh-huh, yeah

G Herbo, "Humble Beast", man

150 dream team, 150 Roc Block, bitch

79th, Essex

Niggas talking all this gangsta shit

It's real gangsta shit over there



[Verse]

When I was up on 78th, you was scared straight

Before Roc died and Gilly caught that fed case

Remember Roc died, every morning shots fired

You was never in them trenches, pussy, you was dead weight

Never end up reminiscing, watch your homie hemorrhage

Even though you want to kill 'em, never play them bitches

Always came up with the blueprint, never had to listen

I had a bunch of detentions, too many pink slips turned to suspensions

Now I just walked in the car lot

Holding my pink slips, rocking Givenchy

If I had my life on the line

I'd take the shot but I'm not a Nowitzki

Chi real hot like a shot of the whiskey

If I'm not ducking, how could you miss me?

Glued to the blicky, keep my shit with me

I get the back end, still I get back, in the back of the truck

If the club try to frisk me

I get so high just like I'm a hippy

Back in the '60s, Percs got me trippy

I did two thirties, I'm off a sixty

I'm in a Range Rover Sport on the road

Tryna lose control, no I'm not Missy

I'm quit the drank, and I do not miss it

Won't even pour it up when I'm not busy

I'm on a mission, I'm always busy, counting up benji's

Tryin' get some more some more bread

Look at my cars right now, I got for-show bread

Lil nigga, Lindsay, he got the Lohan

I put the work in like I got four hands

And I got love for a few

Respect for a couple niggas

But ain't no fear in my heart for no man

Woo! Woo! Keep my sword on me like Conan

Before the rap, I swear I was poor man

Now my cribs and shit gotta door man

Niggas stay hating like "Herbo a ho man"

"How yo gon' show man? Whatchu gon' blow, then?"

"I heard he toting his pipe everyday and he shot some before"

"What, you knew him before then?"

I heard he the realest, and he be with killers

They sound like gorillas, and ride 4 wheelers

They waving the 30s and yellin' "No Limit!"

If you ain't with it then bitch mind your business

Got bulletproof vests, just like armadillos

I'm on the corner, with nothin' but dealers

Clinching a .40 when I'm on the block

Water whippin' my wrist when I'm under the ceiling

Guess I'm a hypocrite, 'fore I got shot

We was sending 'em out, give a fuck 'bout they feelings

And when I got shot, I was back on the block

With my crutch and my Glock, give a fuck 'bout the healing

From the start of the day to the finish we was drillin'

Guess we was mentally illing

Couldn't even stop, we allergic to chillin'

Had to wake up and think like a villain (han)

Now my whole thought process different

Wake up and think bout a million

Sometimes I don't talk I just listen

Can't never be nothin' I ain't missin'

Some shit you just learn on your own

I taught myself how to not go to prison

They want us to be all alone

They tryin' divide us off in divisions

Tryin' divide us by our decisions

Take advantage of our kindness so that's why I'm vicious

I seen ballers rise and fall that's why I'm ambitious

Locked in shackles or they gone, most of all my niggas

Pour out all my liquor



[Outro]