Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Black |
| I had to go black for a moment, no IG |
| I wasn’t in these streets |
| Man, I couldn’t tell my friends from enemies |
| It was all good, I was off them perccy’s, sipping lean |
| 'Til my mind told me stop, or you ain’t gon' hide anything |
| Anything |
| You ain’t gon' hide anything, yeah |
| You ain’t gon' hide anything |
| My man told me stop, or you ain’t gon' hide anything |
| I know for my niggas I’d do anything |
| 'Cause I love 'em |
| I won’t take credit for anything |
| I know niggas that’s gon' take credit for everything |
| Niggas always take from you, ain’t give you anything |
| Them your enemies |
| I done so much in these streets that I been a G |
| I just might kill me a nigga off Hennessy |
| I think I might be too real for the industry |
| And when I die, I just hope they remember me |
| I was the flyest lil nigga in class |
| I was the one who stood out in assembly’s |
| I seen my niggas die before my eyes |
| So I’m the last nigga to show you some sympathy |
| Cock my shit back, blow it 'til it’s empty |
| And I commit murder if you would tempt me |
| Fuck bitches, leave 'em, make 'em resent me |
| Bitch, I’m a sinner, I’m not repenting |
| God forgive me for my sins, but you know just where I been |
| Give a nigga the whole thirty, amen |
| Probably shot a nigga for gas, fucking with them xans |
| If you ran, got shot in the back for playing |
| Shouldn’t of moved, I’m just saying |
| That why I’m probably playing |
| Boy don’t front your move, watch what you saying |
| That might be his man |
| Running your mouth |
| Then wonder why they shot up your house |
| Open your mouth, fuck nigga, you a man or a mouse? |
| Family always calling me 'cause I’m the man of the house |
| In a sense of emergency, I’ve got a man to arouse |
| Thirty on 'em now |
| I can’t break a sweat, bitch |
| Thirty on me now |
| You see what’s on my neck, bitch? |
| Thirty on me now |
| Diamonds look like blaow |
| Got your bitch, wanna fuck me now |
| Thirty hit like blaow |
| I’m the shit like Colin Powell |
| I went to Bouchet, I ain’t go to Powell |
| Me and shawty fuck, we was running wild |
| And big bro just beat two bodies |
| Still ain’t shit then get you bodied |
| And I got on Chanel deodorant |
| I might pull up in Maserati |
| I rap street shit like I’m Hov on 'em |
| Still go fast like kamikaze |
| And I go move to any state |
| Keep foreign shit in my garage |
| That mean I might be me, you not |
| You want me, bitch? |
| Bring my deposit |
| Ay, G Herbo |
| You already know what the fuck it is, man |
| Humble Beast, swervo |
| You know? |
| This record man, I’m tryna go down in history, if I ain’t gonna be the greatest, |
| Ion even wanna do this shit |
| For’real, like for’real, for’real |
| That’s why, y’know what, they ain’t no fly by night shit |
| I don’t want niggas to feel like- y’know what I’m saying? |
| I’mma stay as humble as possible, I’m as humble as they come, you know? |
| But in all actuality I just want niggas to know, you not fuckin' with me |