Black

Black - G Herbo Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, ya know if you wonder why I ever tell y'all

Yeah or whatever I'm on, ya 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 shit, 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 Percies, sipping lean

'Til my mind told me stop or you ain't gon' have anything, anything

You ain't gon' have anything, yeah

You ain't gon' have anything

My mind told me stop or you ain't gon' have anything



[Verse]

I know for my niggas I'd do anything

Cause I love 'em, I won't take credit for anything

I know niggas that's gon' take credit for everything

Niggas 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 kill me a nigga 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 nigga in class

I was the one who stood out in assemblies

I seen my niggas die before my eyes

So I'm the last nigga to show you some sympathy

Cock my shit back, blow it 'til it's empty (bow bow bow!)

And I commit murder if you would tempt me

Fuck bitches, leave 'em, make 'em resent me

Bitch, I'm a sinner, I'm not repenting

God forgive me for my sins, but you know just where I been

Give a nigga the whole thirty, amen

Probably shot a nigga and forgot, fucking with them Xans

If you ran, got shot in the back for playing

Shouldn't of moved, I'm just saying, that wasn't part of the plan

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, fuck nigga, 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 in route, thirty on 'em now

I can't break a sweat, bitch, thirty on me now

You see what's on my neck, bitch? Thirty on me now

Diamonds look like blaow

Got your bitch, wanna fuck me now

Thirty hit like blaow

Army shit like Colin Powell

I went to Bouchet, I ain't go to Powell

Me and shawty fuck, we was running wild

And big bro just beat two bodies

Still ain't shit then get you bodied

And I got on Chanel deodorant, I might pull up in Maserati

I rap street shit like I'm Hov on 'em, still go fast like kamikaze

And I go move to any state, keep foreign shit in my garage

That mean I might be me, you not, you want me, bitch? Bring my deposit



[Outro]

Ay, G Herbo

You already know what the fuck 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, I don't even wanna do this shit

For'real, like for'real, for'real

That's why, ya know what, they ain't no fly by night shit

I don't want niggas to feel like, ya 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 niggas to know

You not fuckin with me