| G Herbo, Swervo
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| Humble beast man, you know I’m just doing me, I can’t complain
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| A product of my environment, of course I am
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| Walking with this torch I am
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| Still smell like gunpowder, straight up off that porch I am
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| Youngest nigga got up on his grizzy, without force I am
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| Go and cop that new Ferrari, 700 horse, I am
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| And I told my big bros, «let me see you run it up»
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| I don’t give a motherfuck about them if they ain’t one of us
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| Niggas, they ain’t nothing like us
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| They wasn’t on that block like us
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| They don’t tote them Glocks like us
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| They won’t die for Roc like us
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| Understanding, overhanded, get that money rubberband it
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| Count it first before you spend it
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| I don’t think they comprehend it
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| Thinking about my big bro Crazy James, he got apprehended
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| All we know is blocka-blocka-blocka then the coppers had him
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| Can’t forget my bro Da Roe, I love him like my mama had him
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| That night we lost Kobe on the 8 block, had that Glock beside him
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| Can’t forget about them days and nights cause they made me
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| We survived the trenches, we was crazy
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| I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy
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| Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy
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| Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy
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| Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy
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| Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
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| Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
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| When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy
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| Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me
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| Used to post up on that corner
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| It was after midnight on a school night
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| 30 clip right on us, Lord I promise, I’m just tryna do right
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| Tell me how you grew up, this my story, let me hear what you like
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| Bullet wounds in middle school, he just tryna protect his new bike
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| Now I did the presidential, I might go Patek with blue light
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| I might go Ben Frank the Mueller, make it work, curse out the jeweler
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| Golden links like Rick The Ruler
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| In your club, might build a room up
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| Walk outside with sticks and rulers
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| Pull shit, be so quick to do ya
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| Anyway, I’ve been straight since a teen, literally
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| Fuck shit up, walk out tell 'em bill me, Hillary
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| You starving, we eating over here B
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| Get a piece
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| Closed mouths don’t get fed, you a pussy, don’t come near the G
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| And they say I’m crazy, me I say I’m brazy
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| Mom, pops, at home, the street life, that’s what raised me
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| The streets they love me one day and the next I know they hate me
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| I love what I’ve become, I’m just a product of what made me
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| I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy
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| Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy
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| Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy
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| Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy
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| Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
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| Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
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| When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy
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| Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me
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| Almost drove me crazy
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| That shit was crazy
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| That shit was crazy
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| My niggas crazy
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| Shit was crazy
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| I just start going crazy
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| They think I’m crazy
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| I’m just a product of what made me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy, artist - G Herbo. Album song Strictly 4 My Fans, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп