Lyrics Death Row - G Herbo

Death Row

I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga livin' like a thug, like I’m 'Pac though
I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though
When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow
Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule
Herbo really quiet, I get loud 'bout my cheddar though
Really was outside, on the 9 with Beretta’s, oh
No bap, I ain’t lying, I got 5 on my schedule
So if I text outside, come outside
How I tell her, I ain’t regular
I knew she was a vibe when I met her
I rock thousand dollar sweaters, bitches love me like Coachella
Told her, «Gimme some»
I respect you, don’t address me like I’m anyone
Bitch is messy thick, that she got her titties done
Oh, she a dime in her city, huh
She like lemon-lime with her Henny, huh
You ain’t choosin' niggas, you get diamonds from any of 'em
Run away girl, I could line up with 20 of 'em
But that ho so fine, it don’t mean me none
Bro you tried to smash, she ain’t give him none
Still got a slide in my ride with a 50 drum
City dumb, I can’t have no fun
I got 50 guns, nigga
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga livin' like a thug, like I’m 'Pac though
I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though
When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow
Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule
All that dumb shit I did, really was it worth it though?
Don’t define me by my past, ain’t nobody perfect though
I wasn’t thinkin' 'bout the consequences, it was working though
I jumped head first in the trap, but I had that bitch twerkin' though
Aye, who you workin' for?
Tell me what you lurkin' for
He just gettin' money, what you gotta merk him for?
(Fuck nigga)
Seeing niggas fakin', that shit erkin' though (That shit erkin')
But I’ma pull up on him when it’s perfect though
I could tell you what I’m worth, or you could search it though
Hands greasy, 'bout that chicken, like I’m Churches though
City bad, but my block was like the worstest though
I couldn’t lack, I took my Glock inside the church before
Summer time, like the hood having curses
I ain’t never lied in my verses
I ain’t never lied when I’m merchin' it
Couple opps ain’t survive out them surgeries
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga livin' like a thug, like I’m 'Pac though
I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though
When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow
Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule