Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trials , by - G Herbo. Release date: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Trials |
| We was young rebels |
| Renegade heavy, war ready |
| Niggas wanted our respect 'cause they owe |
| I’ma get it on my own, I ain’t one of |
| We like under niggas when we know they hoes |
| Had they back out selling coke, man, I know they told |
| I ain’t get enough supply and I oversold |
| We was posted with the six till the cells came |
| Get the bottles out the fridge, now I know they cold |
| I be all over the bread like provalone |
| I been balling so hard now my shoulder blown |
| Get it back, I’m in the trap house, overload |
| All the Ziploc bags and the soda gone |
| Niggas gon' said I’m going home |
| Then they don’t have no idea why it’s going wrong |
| If you out here with the squad then be smart with 'em |
| Don’t play no part in it, you ain’t got your heart in it |
| Couple niggas killas on them prison yards with it |
| Shooting hammers in them cars with a broad in it |
| What you thought she was gon' do for ya? |
| Not time or support, nigga |
| She ain’t waiting too for ya |
| She ain’t come through on the books with the loot for ya |
| You go to trial, she won’t even buy a suit for ya |
| Win or lose on that verdict, it’s the finals, nigga |
| Pick a bitch, 'cause that jury ain’t 'gon root for ya |
| Y’know, trials and tribulations, man |
| That’s what life about, y’know what I’m saying? |
| The fails, the falls, ups and downs |
| It’s only to keep going, keep staring |
| Make you stronger |
| Y’know what I’m saying? |
| The weak give up, but anyway |
| I know that I was destined |
| Ain’t no coincidence, I know that I was blessed with |
| Too intelligent, I know I ain’t to mess with |
| Ride me if you desperate |
| Sure to get your chest hit |
| I be to myself just tryna get a check 'cause |
| Everybody else just pussy boy infected |
| Now my family and real niggas feel neglected |
| But I feel like if they love me they gon' respect it |
| Money on my head, how? |
| I ain’t get the message? |
| Glass restaurant with my bitch eating breakfast |
| If you stand too long, I ain’t second guessing |
| How long you think it take to out this bitch, just a second |
| Hating on a nigga 'cause your bitch and him were sexing |
| Still got the hoe home, tryna get her pregnant |
| Mad at the world 'cause you had new affection |
| Worst thing of all, kill a nigga 'cause he flexing |
| Let a nigga a flex, mad 'cause we rich |
| Mad and you sick, really on my dick |
| You know me as G Herbo |
| Worry me 'bout shit |
| Turn up my flex a bit, have another fit |
| Curry on my hip, get hit out your lip |
| Filled with hollow tips, that’s just off the rip |
| Glizzy got my hands all sweaty off the grip |
| Fingertips sticky, I just rolled up a zip |
| Boulders and shit, I was like twelve |
| Cause told me you a learn more the older you get |
| Soldiers and shit |
| I was in the field, that’s the reason I be rapping all soulful and shit |
| Load up the whip, this one for my niggas got hit |
| Pulling up top, hold up the clip |
| This some whole other shit |
| Living like this, have a nigga twenty, looking old as a bitch |
| G Herbo, uh |
| Y’know, gang shit, man |
| Y’know 150 dream team, 150 rock-block |
| Humble Beast, Essex block |
| 79th and Essex Rock Block |
| Kobe squad |
| Cap or die, nigga |