XXL Freshman Freestyle: G Herbo

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 niggas 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 niggas dangerous Don’t even mask up no more, these lil niggas brainless I got so many fallen loved ones, nigga 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 shit just left me looking silly and my mama sad No nigga ever gave me shit when I was down bad I was by myself in a six foot room right there on my ass And now I stack that shit and mean it, like I’m on my last I stay so low from fuck niggas like they on my ass You know if I don’t fuck with you, better not cross my path Niggas 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 Fuck 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 shit, been throwing L’s up Never knew what we all headed out for Young niggas 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 nigga 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