4 Minutes Of Hell, Part 4

[Produced by DY of 808 Mafia] [Intro] I said I wasn't gonna do no more 4 Minutes Of Hell's, man This gotta be it though, this the last one [Verse] I'm from the jungle, lions, apes and gorillas, lions the police Nigga we the apes and gorillas, go ape and gorilla Boy, don't turn your face on a killer Fuck the system, man, we going back to racism, nigga Look, the department suffer fake-ism, nigga Black police try not to notice, like they ain't killing niggas and hate killing niggas Seen a million bodies, I done shed a thousand tears Niggas just turn thousandaires, been selling rocks a thousand years Two time felon nigga, one more like a thousand years And the average pussy nigga out here ain't gone ride with his He gon' switch up, he gon' fold, he ain't holdin' shit back He only got a year back and now he can't forget that You done sold your fucking soul for 400 days Niggas got their kid starving for some fucking J's Life too short, better not get caught up in your fucking ways I be feeling like Phil Jackson, all these fucking plays I'm just riding through my city, getting blazed, in the rain I been stressing, feel like I'm a couple days from insane Don't know what's got into me, I just been saving the pain The devil tryna' enter me, I just might let him into me But I know when he finna' leave that that's gon' be the end of me And I won't let that finish me, cause I got too much energy I be right back in effect like I just got a injury Pourin' up that purple happiness, it give me energy Sip your happiness, forget your problems; that's the remedy Sippin' Activis straight out the bottle, shit's so good to me I be leanin', I be smoking, poppin' beans then I be rollin' Hop in steamers and we rollin, hop in Beamers and we rollin' Pull up on your block with glizzies and them beams and we be blowin' We ain't shooting for no reason, clear the scene when we blowin' Then we high, in the sky, tellin' fo'nem 'bout the story Got a lot of niggas gone that I been knowin' since we was shorties That alone just made me stronger, got my chrome though I ain't worried, boy Posted on that curb, boy, early off the syrup, boy Chill, if you don't know me, give a fuck 'bout what you heard, boy Niggas see me when I fly past like, "There go Herb, boy!" Rappers wanna know the way that I play with the words, boy 33 up in the clip like I play with that Bird, boy And niggas know that Lil Bibby my bro, got the shit for the low on the birds, boy Real nigga shit, we ten year niggas, bitch, so imagine the numbers for Herb, boy And we go ham every month on the first, junky walk up and just empty her purse Don’t work with feelings, my money come first And no, I'm not a hypocrite so therefore, I don't got to a church God still with me even though I'm out here doing my dirt It's a lot of times when I know I coulda been threw in a hearse So I'm dropping 4s in my soda every time I'm through with a verse Please do not try to act crazy my nigga cause rugers'll burst They ready, they on it, they aiming at niggas, my shooters so thirst G Herbo my name, so a pussy, I can't be I hang with them menaces, free Jamaes and free Maneski If it was still slavery, I know the mastas' a hang me Cause I only respect my momma and granny and aunties I'm just a young nigga, from the 'go finna blow And I'm still in the streets, so you know I will take blow for a show Just let me know, as long as don't nobody search at the door, cause you know how we roll If anyone try to act like they want smoke, then the club will be closed No Limit's don't play around, all they know blow Like they play with they nose And they taking them souls [Outro]