Lyrics No Jail Time - G Herbo

No Jail Time

I told Chase wasn’t no niggas rapping this good under 25, and I meant it
It’s G Herbo
My lighter say «life is what you make it» man
When I get to flickin' that Bic like Wayne, you niggas in trouble
I set the bar high as fuck where I’m from
Considering niggas quick to run out of luck where I’m from
I had to duck bullets, tuck guns
A opp had the ups on me, I couldn’t bust run
Took some real big losses, had a tough run
We was dancing with the devil and like fuck fun
Shit got real wild
40 Glock alarm clock, shots real loud
Fathered the streets, never birthed a real child
Lil Wayne is real hot on my block
When you get your top popped, the cops watch
So used to drillin', kill every nigga stealin' not stopped
You can’t name a street here that’s terrifying here and not rocks, motherfucker
Where I come from, it ain’t nothing but bloodsuckers
Showed us ain’t no love for us
Real hustler, he can’t trust his blood brother
Knew he had to beat the odds for him to win since a little child
Live in sin but he still smile
Got nobody when he feel down
Sell coke but he keep the fam good
Momma still proud
Nigga stressed, but be real chill
Roll weed, when he feel pills
God-fearing but he’ll still kill
Probably put a sinner in his wheel, niggas spinning
Missed Thanksgiving, Christmas and that’s real spill
Everybody gotta start as beginners
Where I’m from, you love the first nigga that took you on a real drill
Nigga got rich no jail time
Never bought a watch tryna tell time
Used to grab hammers when it’s nail time
How the fuck I get rich no jail time
Nigga got rich no jail time
Nigga got rich no jail time
I’m recording how I feel
Ain’t gotta mail mine
Life crazy but I feel fine
Nothing special about me
I make mistakes like a motherfucker
Student of the game, I got a play this shit the same as you
Execution ahead of opportunity, the same as you
Lane was like a wide receiver drill
I just made it through
Nine of ten times, you want to change
Gotta change your crew
Unless you got a crew of niggas doing the same shit as you
'Pose to ride or die, homicide for your guys
Code of silence go to trial, got a crew of niggas naming you
I’ma wear that shit right on my back
'Cause that’s what gangstas do
You got soldiers with you
Real soldiers with me bangin' too
We could do this like the range too
Because I know you got the flame and I got the flame too
And you probably got some aim, I know I got some aim too
You can’t wait to let out anger, I’ve been through some pain too
We could find peace or make it rain bullets till you need a rain suit
Stomach like a scientist, that means I seen brains too (Uh)
Nigga got rich no jail time
Never bought a watch tryna tell time
Used to grab hammers when it’s nail time
How the fuck I get rich no jail time
Nigga got rich no jail time
Nigga got rich no jail time
I’m recording how I feel
Ain’t gotta mail mine
Life crazy but I feel fine