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[Intro]
I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth
I respect the grind man
Niggas who be they self you try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain’t and you never been
I just can’t relate to it, look

[Verse 1]
The rap game kill niggas, literally
It turn gangstas into drag queens
They look down on workin’ hard like it’s a bad thing
Shit I’m the last man standin’ if you ask me
I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week
Remember niggas in they Benz’s ridin’ past me
I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation
And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation
Ain’t wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient
Young nigga said, “Fuck Jordans” went and copped a Sauer
Ruth’s Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya
I’m from Chiraq but I got killa niggas in the Nola
Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya
Don’t put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya
Don’t put ya trust up in these niggas, man fuck these niggas
Cause when you ain’t so beneficial they stop fuckin’ witcha

[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

[Verse 2]
Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief?
Instead of tellin’ Instagram what you make a week?
Ten-thou’, twenty-thou’ that’s what you make a week?
On my mother, fly nigga, spend that shit on briefs
Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees
Fifty-thou’, hunnid-thou’? I spend that shit on jeans
Stunt on me? Lil nigga please, I do this shit with ease
A thousand on my G-Fazo’s I don’t do Giuse’s (Giuseppes)
Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B’s (I love Balmain)
200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin’ P’s (Postooo!)
But I ain’t tryna stunt my nigga, run it up, Imma run it up
Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don’t fuck it up
Couple hunnid-thou’, I done fucked it up
Went and got it back told myself “enough”
Had to slow down I was in a rush
Two or three hunnid’ always in the cuffs
Spent 500 when I woke up
Young nigga living I ain’t give a fuck
Spent 10 thou’ like it wasn’t nun
Remember them days I ain’t have nun
Slide in them foreigns totin’ them thirties nigga, we slidin’ always stunting
Don’t IG none of our cars, can’t let niggas know how we comin’
But niggas know how we comin’
No Limit M.B. we drummin’
Pull up, everybody start runnin’, know foenem gone hit sumn’
I ain’t worried bout none of my enemies, I know I’m gone hit sumn’
I’m on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money
But I know I’m on my way to better days
Some niggas hatin’ they wanna see me in my grave
Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage
I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways
But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can’t let that shit drive me insane
On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days
In the cut wit that bitch gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence
50 shots and we bang, “Jumpout” the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents
And my niggas, they still in the hood everyday
Bitch I’m the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road
All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann)

[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

[Outro]
150 Dream Team the Campaign man
I’m focused full fledged, you know what I’m saying
Just on my shit, I ain’t too much
Anticipating all this other shit
What niggas got going on
I’m just on my own shit man
Big G Herbo, you already know what it is

[Intro]
Evil Red Flame
Thank you for downloading and collecting
We got a long wild ride
This life shit is crazy, you feel me
I’m telling you man, niggas don’t know
This for life, you feel me
On my life, man
This is Final… yeah
You know, motherfuckers try to tell you everything that you can’t do, what you won’t do
Niggas like me ain’t gon’ stop

[Verse]
This is Final Fantasy, the end of the new world
Kind of like the free world, when it gave Sea World
Niggas moved down from the train, can’t take the rain
Wanna bomb the whole block, dude can’t take the Flame
Damn near killed himself cause his girl cheating
Lot of niggas claim real but false preaching
He might look real, not deceived by his features
In the mean time, it’s getting money time
Lord protect me from the evil people
I’ma watch my own back, got my own stacks
Got my own pad and I’m writing new raps
Let the top back, let the roof back
Niggas won’t stop the realest
I hustle hard, you can feel it
Red Flame, evil version, trust me nigga thugging
Protect me from blood shed, them fake niggas spitting
Dynasty Warrior, top of the division
Lil B

[Outro]
This Evil Red Flame, I’m a warrior
I feel like I’m a lone warrior
Alone Shaolin style
Walking through this world alone
There’ll be a lot pain
A lot of praise
But you know that’s what happens when you’re a samurai
Lil B, Lone Warrior

[Hook]
I’m out here smoking on the woods
Way in the back
Drop a whole gram in it and I think I need a drank
You see me ride through the hood
Sunroof gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean, oh-oh

I’m smoking on the woods
Way in the back
Got me high, lookin’ good and I think I need a drank
You see me ride through the hood
Sunroof gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean, oh-oh

[Verse 1]
I’m out here smoking on the wood
Way in the back
Got me high feeling good and I think I need a drank
Titties sittin’ up pretty, and my ass sittin’ fat
Tryin’ to pull up on my nigga cause I know that’s where he at
In the hood, where it’s good
Rooftop gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean
My cup on full
My pockets on (?)
Smoke out your (?)
Boy, I’m out of control, oh-oh

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I slide through the hood
Way in the back
Looking fly, feeling good
About to pour another drank
Smoking on my backwood
Chilling with my black wood
Cause he break my back good
And he make me act good
Crumbling herb all day, and day
Andre, press play, what you say?
808 blasting, through the hood I’m passing
Nigga, why you asking?
Hit the wood and pass it, oh-oh

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Head chopped off, rooftop gone
Wood grain boss
Bitch, you know me costs
Checking out the boys with they toys
Rim shiny, candy paint blinding
Smoking on hypnotic
Hoes clocking, cause they man watching
Tell me when you see
A bitches best me
D still got me going
Calling one hit wonder
Blow smoke in your face
Me and Mary Jane

[Hook]

[Intro]
G Herbo, gang gang
150 Dream Team, gang shit bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
150, 300, shoutout Durkio, ya know
Ay, foenem, on foenem

[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

[Verse 1]
First off, lets be clear as fuck, the opps we let off
Shots with foenem, I be all up in the Gucci store clutching
The Glock, yea you know I be shopping a lot
Dashing the two door, don’t care if I’m solo or not
Call me “Swervo” it’s off with the top
I see the enemy, on sight it’s off with his top
Even though I like talking a lot
Tried to stay up in the trap, fell asleep off the drop
Woke up, walked on the block, something told me
To mix Ecstasy with the Codeine, must of been
Kobe talking to Roc, lately I keep switching states
And a lot of new faces keep hating, don’t know why
I don’t know them, foreigns in traffic with foenem
And four seaters, .40’s, we 4 deep, you know we got 4 ‘dem

[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

[Verse 2]
G Herbo, yea that’s that nigga, you know him
He getting that money, on foenem
600 Horse like a rodeo, in that new Bent with that
Rollie on, sweater by Kenzo from Tokyo
I’m from No Limit so I’m reppin’ Vito and Fazo
With Kobe and Roc that’s big bro nem’
Fuck with real niggas, so Lil Durk, he know how
We rock, OTF, 0-6 foenem, that’s foenem
Walked in the spot, looking for your lil hoe nem’
Clips is extended, we toting them please don’t get hit up
Niggas be mad hating on foenem’ about hoes we been
Fuckin before them, don’t even come near us
Pass out them head-shots, they have to shovel a lil
Nigga shit up. can’t even sit up, hollow tips put him
In shock, now he holding his breath like a hiccup

[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

[Intro: G Herbo]
Young Chop on the beat
G Herbo
You know I’m a street nigga–real street nigga and that’s common sense
Everybody know you ‘posed to get money, stay out the way

Lookin’ down the barrel of that hammer for my last time
Made me slow down, look at life
Why I’m just gon’ give you mine?
’09 I was doin’ fine
Broke as fuck, school shirts, on the bus
Since I been gettin’ paper, shit ain’t holdin’ up
I never break nigga, fold for what?
Every damn waist still loaded up
Roll it up
If you throwin’ Bs, nigga, hold it up
Niggas know what up
If you book me for a show, know I sold it up
Soon as he pull up through the back of the door, got them poles wit’ us
And I’m froze as fuck
Only pick up 10K bankrolls and up
10K, that’s a backend
Pull another 100 racks out the bank, put it back in
Be safe if you lackin’
How ’bout blow the whole 30 shots and get back in?
Keep your head up in the rack then
Yeah, okay, get whacked then
Better have in your back then
Better keep the strap on your lap then
Better keep your homies on [?]
I’m just gon’ put one up in yo’ chest then
Better go faster than the feds then
Okay, we givin’ face shots, nothin’ less than
On the block 24, no restin’
Stand over niggas, drop 10 out FNs
I don’t give a fuck, I done lost my best friend
All this money must be why I’m stressed then
Too many times I was close to death in the streets
I’ma keep gridin’, keep gettin’ checks in
Gotta kill by any means
Enemy next to me
I can’t accept defeat
Pickin’ up three [?] every weekend, that’s a least 60 racks a week

[Chorus: G Herbo]
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Everything I gotta grind for
You know I work hard for mines, bro
They showed me love when I was broke, then they changed when I singed, bro
Everybody turn their back on me
Swear to God, that’s a fact homie
At first them niggas they was black wit’ me, then they went a little black on me
They got a little more dogs
I got a little more smart
I backed away from that bullshit, then I got a little more far
I’m the most gangster nigga from my city
I don’t wanna know ’cause it ain’t my business
I don’t give a fuck about her feelings
Fuck that bitch I don’t want that bitch, I don’t want dealings
I was in a drug bust wit’ my dope on the backseat
Gun on the front seat wit’ my ankle bracelet on my feet
I been on the block all day
Shot a nigga in the hallway
Have you ever ran in the corner store, pulled a stickup broad day?
Shout out grandma ’cause she put me out
Shout out every nigga ever [?] me out
Same nigga threw a cross at me, same nigga that ain’t wit’ me now
Same niggas when I went to jail, they ain’t make my [?]
Same bitch broke bad when I did time
Same nigga fucked my bitch when I was on the run

[Chorus: G Herbo]
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day