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quick and easy - g herbo lyrics

[produced by mekanikz]

[intro]
look, i’mma do this sh-t for my m-th-f-ckin’ momma…
my sister, my grandmother
man, all my n-ggas gone, in jail
everybody depending on me and sh-t, man
y’all don’t even understand

[verse]
all my life i had to fight, that’s why i sip the purple
smoking og, tryna get to me some oprah money
young n-gga don’t put nothing but family over money
but ain’t that funny how your family f-ck you over money?
take the food right out ya mouth like they weren’t over sunday
i spit that real sh-t, ain’t no exaggerations or nothing
i been through it, i get through it, no excuses, just get to it
i get smarter, i go harder, i’m into it
i remember momma mad at me
she found out i was smoking weed
now when my momma hear my voice outside she know it’s me
she never thought i’d get from over east to overseas
but i gotta stay in the states cause i’m still fighting cases
i swear them crackers try they best to bring you back to basics
don’t wanna see you shine, they hate to see you grind
smile all in ya’ face but they can’t wait to see you cryin’
no hater, you can’t bring me down but yeah, i see you tryin’
i’m in that hemi flyin’, smoking, thinking ’bout my n-ggas gone and doing time
i keep in touch with my all my n-ggas, yeah, they doin’ fine
free gillie, free maneski, free james, free bruce, free the gang
celebratin’, all my n-ggas, we got chains but we ain’t changed
still the same, only thing we see different is the lanes
n-ggas switch up just to get to mine
these n-ggas quick to switch up, i ain’t with that picking sides
all my brothers still my brothers, good or bad, right or wrong
we get jammed up, bet my brother do his bid, ride along
that’s that sh-t, i wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks
how the f-ck you eat with n-ggas you can’t even trust?
it’s this b-tch named karma and she mean as f-ck
you do enough dirt and watch, the score gon’ even up
i’m in the booth, it’s 5 am, you ain’t even up
i might not leave till’ 9 to 10, i gotta clean it up
this sh-t too easy, don’t believe me? you ain’t seen enough
it’s g herbo, i’m the hottest, i’m just being honest
i swear i say that sh-t so much that i can’t even stop it
if i tell you my next move, you can’t even stop it
and this bad b-tch i’m with look belizean tropic
they can’t keep up, i might start rapping ’bout some easy topics, n-gga

[outro]
gotta go hard man, ppp
rip pistol p man
rip all my n-ggas man
ball like i’m kobe the mixtape comin’ real soon
you already know man it’s just workin’ man
nonstop man, f-ck all that f-ck sh-t
gotta get money, huh
let the beat sing

- g herbo lyrics

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