| Look… My squad!
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| Do this shit for my momma and my lil' sister, man…
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| All my niggas man…
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| Everybody I lost…
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| Let me introduce myself
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| It’s G Herbo, I’m that youngin'
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| I be flexin', I love stuntin'
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| Cause I grinded up from nothin'
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| I grew up in an apartment
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| Wit' my grandma and my mother
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| And my sister and my auntie
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| So my cousins like my brothers
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| Used to stay up in that basement
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| It was dark just like the dungeon
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| Close my eyes, pretend I’m rich
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| Wit' all the cars and all the money
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| Now I let my money talk
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| 'Til I decide to change the subject
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| Make my bitch order my food
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| Cause I ain’t tryna wait in public
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| Used to post up wit' that tool
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| I got tired of goin' to school
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| Cause that calculus and algebra
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| Wouldn’t buy my clothes and shoes
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| Wasn’t tryna wait to graduate
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| Yeah they said I was a fool
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| Now they screamin' out my name
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| And they sayin' that I’m the truth
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| Bitches suckin' on demand
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| Take second looks like, «Is it you?»
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| Used to be broke, got off my ass
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| Got to some cash, wasn’t no excuse
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| Cause where I’m from, you dead broke
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| Or you just dead
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| 1 of the 2
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| You better choose before the wrong one choose you
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| Nigga…
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| On the road doing shows, but it’s still fucked up
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| I’m gettin' older Lord knows, that it’s still fucked up
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| Yeah everybody know my name, but it’s still fucked up
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| On the road to the fortune and the fame, but it’s still fucked up
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| Everyday I wake, say hey to my mother
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| Flame me a blunt up
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| Give a couple words to my sister
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| Bang wit' my brothers
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| Young boy, I left the house
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| That block was my home
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| Couple homies, now they gone
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| Yeah, it feel like I’m alone
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| And I pray that I stay strong
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| So I gotta keep it right here
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| Grippin' on this heat
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| I can’t sleep, it’s a nightmare
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| I know it’s gon' get betta
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| So I gotta keep my head up
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| I’m just sprintin' to this cheddar
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| And a switch up I will never
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| Gotta ride, I’ll die for my niggas
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| No homo, yeah I miss 'em
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| Couple fucked up in the system
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| Or got bucked up by that trigger
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| In the field
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| Where it’s real and you’ll get killed
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| Roc and Kobe was my niggas
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| How the fuck I’m gon' forget 'em
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| In the streets I understand that it’s a chance
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| That they might get the upper-hand
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| But I’m like still them was my mans
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| We can’t go like that
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| Something gotta give
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| Cause every time tho we gon' go right back
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| To sittin', sheddin' tears
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| That ain’t gon' never bring my bro right back
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| Damn… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Fucked Up, artist - G Herbo. Album song Welcome to Fazoland, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп