Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirror, artist - G Herbo.
Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Mirror |
Han, ayy look Bibby |
We gotta take 'em back to what we know man |
What’s real, that street shit, look |
I come from where it’s rob or get robbed, kill or be killed |
The main goal just try and get home like Wrigley Field |
Shells old, pop out revolvers, they hit him, he still |
Can’t trust a soul, they act like you owe 'em, don’t hit 'em be still |
I say I rap shit I really done did, really done lived |
Every time I step in the booth, I tell 'em the truth |
Glock forty with the clip, hangin' out the bottom |
You get faced with all these problems tryna make it from the bottom |
Hollows pop soon as we spot 'em |
Spin the block, I think we got 'em |
Street nigga hustle |
War that’s all I know, that’s how I’m rockin' |
Ten thousand in the pipe |
The size my phone inside my pocket |
I always cock it, I know niggas plottin' |
Pray I won’t drop 'em while everybody watching |
Young nigga all about a profit |
And I post up on the block with them goblins |
Lil nigga starvin', lookin' like a target |
If we see a stain then we gon' rob 'em, ayy |
I was tryna stack a lil green |
Go hard for the team, live a young nigga dream |
I swear these young niggas |
They’ll probably go crazy if they seen all the shit that I’ve seen |
Thirty clips, fifty clips, new MAC 11's |
AK-47's with beams |
Pull up on your block and straight clear the scene |
Purposeful, ain’t miss a thing |
And now we get money, might blow out a beam |
Used to just hop out the veen |
Been rocking designer way before a teen |
Triple OG the brand new miskeen |
And I just might pull up in that new machine |
I used to post up like a king |
Herbo like Magic, I told him to pass it |
I come with the hook like Kareem |
You fuckin' with bosses, I can’t take no losses |
If you double cross me, you better be cautious |
I’m going crazy, I think I done lost it |
Talkin' 'bout money then step in my office |
Pop me a Perc, roll a 'Wood now I’m off it |
Me and Bibby in L.A. fuckin' the booth up |
It’s three in the morning |
And my outfit be always Givenchy and Balmain |
My belt got Medusas |
Got your bitch in my whip, gettin off Patron and hookah |
And pourin' the juice up |
And my shawty 'nem searchin', they riding with Rugers |
They ready to shoot somethin' |
In a Corvette, two gats |
Ride with the roof back like, «Fuck nigga do somethin'» |
Bitches see me, go «Who that?» |
Yeah, big G Herbo, that nigga don’t do that |
Fuck bitches, get money, already knew that |
Play with No Limit like play Russian roulette |
Real nigga drew that, Nino from «New Jack» |
These Hollywood dudes wanna kick it |
But I’d rather chill with my niggas |
I’d rather post up in the trenches |
I just fit in with the killers |
I come from where shit’d get serious |
Niggas be lying on wax, I ain’t feelin' 'em |
Can’t rap about shit you not livin' it |
You should not spit the shit, you did not witness it |
I use to post up with the green |
Saw all the fiends, smokin' and sniffin' shit |
Totin' them Glocks with the beams, bro let it ring |
It boost my adrenaline |
Niggas be all in they feelings |
They actin' like bitches, I swear they so feminine |
Play with my niggas, get burned up |
Man they be so turnt up like they did some Ritalin |
Pull through the opps like some villians |
Nobody innocent, hop out and finish 'em |
Niggas ain’t give us the benefit |
Don’t care his age, if he bangin', we killin' him |
And I grew up a lil hustler |
Bumped to a plug, started off with a middleman |
Riding the hood in a minivans |
You ain’t gon' blow guy, sit in the middle then |
Free Crazy James, he been gone for like three |
Tryin' give him fifteen, that mean he gotta sit for ten |
Was gon' stand over a nigga and give him the clip |
But fo’nem told me he a little man |
Ain’t even worth it, I had seventeen |
Coulda got half, I’ma give him a little then |
Your boo a ho, he don’t go on no hit |
Can’t show him the scene, he gon' sing like Riperton |