High School

Lyrics

From the top, bro
 Yeah
 G Herbo
 I'm post-traumatic
 And my nigga Zaytoven back out here in the 'Raq with me
 It's his third time out here in like thirty days
 For real
 I told him I just need some gutter shit, just goin' all
 Crazy, so that's the way he been on it, uh
 I'm that nigga, when I talk, the streets be listenin'
 I ain't see myself this far 'cause I was riskin' it
 Now when I hop out the car, I'm always glistenin'
 Half my niggas facin' death or just in prison, man
 I can't trust 'em if I question his intentions then
 You tryna kill me, why the fuck you in my mentions then? (Pussy)
 I completed missions that I could've been statistics in
 Gotta be logistic, all a nigga need is vision, man
 Why these niggas snitchin'?
 Gotta pay for your decisions, man
 I ain't never quitted
 How the fuck you think I'm rich again?
 Charges ain't acquitted
 Gotta give my lawyer this again
 Soon as that shit hit the fan, I gave him fifty bands
 Saw my first homi' and I got excited
 Can't rap 'bout too much, I might get indicted
 Even though I know better, yeah, I'm still like it
 Reason why I tell my youngins live righteous
 Loyal too much, that's like one of my vices
 Me, Molly gang, bitch, we tight as a vice grip
 High-speed chases, you know how we slidin'
 Why we need licenses? We dirty and ridin'
 Still out here with my niggas
 Kobe and Capo, I'm still in my feelings
 Remember pickin' up MACs every day, all fillers
 I'm thinkin' vengeance, I still got my 30 in traffic
 Herbo, what happened to you?
 Get the fuck back 'fore I snap, it'll happen to you
 I ain't like them niggas be rappin' to you
 Yeah, I can see you ain't really got no savage in you
 Hold it all in, but that shit really got to you
 Say you love money, tell me, what do the cash do for you?
 Can't see your kid as much when you need
 balance, that shit really damaging you (Fuck)
 I see your charisma, you got some talents in you (I do)
 I'ma keep real,
 don't sound like this rap shit
 really ain't a challenge to you (It ain't)
 Up a million,
 but your hitters ain't got nothin', that's not valid (Oh no)
 Nigga, my baby boy a star, but I'm not Khaled, your soul
 Ayy, niggas wanna pray for my death like SoSo
 Meanwhile, I was gettin' high in the
 suite while my girl got on no clothes
 Niggas cold hoes (Hoes)
 Fold like ho clothes (They clothes)
 Herbo an old soul (Ayy)
 Rockin' some rose gold (Ayy)
 All of my shows sold (They sold)
 Vegan, closed doors (Damn)
 2015, could've paid me 10K cash or four 'bows
 I'm that nigga
 Take a picture, I'm that nigga now
 Really that nigga, uh
 Taxes different, seven figures now
 Still up on that same shit as before, just a lil' different now
 Still'll hit 'em, I just ain't the one pullin' the trigger now
 But nah, for real, though
 Gotta make sure our youngins good
 Gotta make sure our ladies good
 It's time to govern our neighborhoods
 Lil' bro, stop the drillin'
 Cut all that dumb ass senseless killin'
 I got us if you willing
 Fuck drug dealing, we up to millies, uh
 Herb is very intelligent and he was a charmer
 So he would get in trouble, but he'd smile and say something nice
 Or say something that would always
 make you just say, "Just get away from me"
 Yes, he was a dropout
 Do we encourage our students to drop out?
 No, absolutely not
 He took his opportunity and he's making it happen

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Duration
03:14
Key
2
Tempo
140 BPM

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