XXL Freshman Freestyle: G Herbo 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 gangbanging or they basketballin’
Where n*ggas 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*ggas dangerous
Don’t even mask up no more, these lil n*ggas brainless
I got so many fallen loved ones, n*gga 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*t just left me looking silly and my mama sad
No n*gga never gave me sh*t when I was down bad
I was by myself in a six foot room right there on my ass
And now I stack that sh*t and mean it, like I’m on my last
I stay so low from f*ck n*ggas like they on my ass
You know if I don’t f*ck with you, better not cross my path
n*ggas 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, kill us some white folks
f*ck 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*t, been throwing L’s up
Never knew what we all headed out for
Young n*ggas 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*gga 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