Trials lyrics

[Verse 1]
We was young rebels, renegade heavy, war ready
n*ggas wanted our respect 'cause they old
I'ma get it on my own, I ain't one to mold
We like, "Why be under n*ggas when we know they hoes?"
Had they back out selling coke, man, I know they told
I ain't get enough supply and I oversold
We was posted with the siege 'til the cells came
Get the bundles out the fridge now I know they cold
I be all over the bread like provalone
I been balling so hard now my shoulder blown
Get it back, I'm in the trap house, overlong
All the Ziploc bags and the soda gone
n*ggas go on missions, mindset on going home
Then they don't have no idea why it's going wrong
If you out here with the squad then be smart with 'em
Don't play no part in it, you ain't got your heart in it
Couple n*ggas killers on them prison yards with it
Shooting hammers in them cars with a broad in it
What you thought she was gon' do for ya?
Not time or support, n*gga, she ain't waiting two for ya
She ain't come through on the books with the loot for ya
You go to trial, she won't even buy a suit for ya
Win or lose on that verdict, it's the finals n*gga
Pick a b*tch 'cause that jury ain't 'gon root for ya
[Interlude]
Ya know, trials and tribulations, man
That's what life about, ya know what I'm saying?
The fails, the falls, ups and downs
It's only to keep going, keep staring
Make you stronger, ya know what I'm saying?
Only the weak give up, but anyway

[Verse 2]
I know that I was destined
Ain't no coincidence, I know that I was blessed with
Too intelligent, I know I ain't to mess with
Rob me if you desperate, sure to get your chest hit
I be to myself just tryna get a check 'cause
Everybody else just pus*y boy infected
Now my family and real n*ggas feel neglected
But I feel like if they love me they gon' respect it
Money on my head, how? I ain't get the message
Glass restaurant with my b*tch eating breakfast
If you starin' too long, I ain't second guessing
How long you think it take to up this b*tch, just a second
Hating on a n*gga 'cause your b*tch and him were sexing
Still got the hoe home, tryna get her pregnant
Mad at the world 'cause you hiding your affection
Worst thing of all, kill a n*gga 'cause he flexing
Let a n*gga flex, mad 'cause we rich
Mad and you sick, really on my di*k
You know me as G Herbo, worry me 'bout sh*t
Turn up my flex a bit, have another fit
Curry on my hip, get hit 'bout your lip
Filled with hollow tips, that's just off the rip
Glizzy got my palms all sweaty off the grip
Fingertips sticky, I just rolled up a zip
Boulders and sh*t, I was like twelve
Cuz told me, "You will learn more the older you get"
Soldiers and sh*t, I was in the field
That's the reason I be rapping all soulful and sh*t
Load up the whip, this one for my n*ggas got hit
Pulling up top, hold up the clip
This some whole other sh*t, living like this
Have a n*gga 25, looking old as a b*tch
[Outro]
G Herbo, uh
Ya know, gang sh*t, man
Ya know, 150 dream team, 150 Roc Block
Humble Beast, Essex block
79th and Essex, Roc block
Kobe squad, cap or die, n*gga