Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 Min of Hell Part 3, artist - Lil Herb. Date of issue: 30.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 Min of Hell Part 3 |
| My hunger is equal to my struggle |
| I came from nothin' |
| Grindin' then I made it to somethin' |
| The age of a youngin' |
| Started hangin' and bangin' and hustlin' |
| Exchangin' the customs |
| To make it in this dangerous jungle |
| In a treacherous war |
| People dying, nobody crying |
| All the shit that I saw |
| You expect me to sit on the porch? |
| Every moment is yours |
| Freeze up and you fall by the torch where I’m from |
| Better not front in the city I’m from |
| Homicides on a Sunday in the city I’m from |
| Young nigga, always hanging wit them older guys |
| We was bangin', slangin' all the white |
| But we ain’t Oberweis |
| Fantasizing, tryna be that trap nigga |
| Can’t get to the money |
| We too busy tryna clap niggas |
| Standing on that block, where my mama told me |
| «Boy don’t got right there» |
| But I was by that store right there |
| Learned everything I know right there |
| Me and broski, brought me to the block |
| He showed me the work, and he sold me the work |
| But nobody never told me to work |
| I used to post up, talk shit and tote guns |
| While we smoke blunts |
| We knew the price if we gon' live this life |
| But we like so what |
| Cause no one gon' make a way for none of us to come up |
| But I’m tryna make a way for every one of us to come up |
| When the sun rise I roll a philly up, and load the semi up |
| By 9 o’clock I’m drinkin' double cups and gettin' paper cuts |
| We savin' up, sittin' on this money |
| Now it’s raisin' us. |
| We trained to buss |
| You can run dog, that’s what this laser for |
| I think I need to, take a breather |
| Cause I’m hot as fever |
| I’m about to bring some type of demon |
| Right up outta me |
| Cause I been feelin' like you pussy niggas tryna plot on me |
| That’s why I keep this Glock on me |
| Plus I got all this guap on me |
| But way before the flex you still could catch me |
| On that block out east |
| Lost my homies, now I feel like God just dropped a rock on me |
| But I won’t stop, I can’t stop |
| Gotta go hard, till my rate drop |
| Spittin' all this fire make my face hot |
| Now I can’t wait till my tape drop |
| And I’m still up on the 8 Block |
| Late night me and J. Dot |
| Better think twice for you ride past |
| Let the 9 blast now the Jakes hot |
| I was bout to take a rest but |
| Smoke told me, «Bro it ain’t no let ups» |
| So I’m working hard like I’m in the pros |
| Make a nigga bitch lick my sweat up |
| She suckin' dick and I just met her |
| She know a nigga next up |
| She hope I don’t neglect her |
| And she know I don’t respect her |
| And I might forget my sweater |
| But never leave the house without Berettas |
| Still the same nigga from the gangway |
| Tryna flip a ounce into a Phantom |
| Catch me doing shows filling stands up |
| You know the gang turn the fans up |
| And you know we got them cans tucked |
| Hope nobody don’t get blammed up |
| I be leanin' I can’t stand up |
| And this bitch asked me why my jeans sag |
| Cause they tryna hold my bands up |
| Heard somebody wanna rob me |
| Well you bett' not give ya chance up |
| 2 seats in the 50 shot |
| I just hope I don’t get jammed up |
| And this 50 bett' not jam up |
| I seen niggas get in jams and |
| They ain’t even stay to pick they mans up |
| I seen niggas shakin' hands |
| Then make the same niggas put they hands up |
| I seen niggas changed gettin' change |
| Niggas that was cool since the sandbox |
| So I gotta keep my head up |
| 16 and I got one head up |
| And ion talk, I let the gun talk |
| And she don’t never really understand nothin' |
| Let a fuck nigga ask somethin' |
| Give a fuck nigga every one |
| Gave my young niggas couple .38s |
| And some shells let em have fun |
| Young niggas spend a lot of cash |
| Cause growing up I never had none |
| I’m like, «Oh I gotta get me some» |
| Cause being broke wasn’t any fun |
| We got choppers for everyone |
| Who want problems with anyone |
| I be tired of tryna tell y’all niggas |
| Where a nigga really comin' from |
| And why a nigga gotta go hard |
| Cause ion really come from nothin' |
| And I never been a runner up |
| Cause it ain’t nobody runnin' us |
| And Lil Mally got that sit em down |
| If somebody ever runnin' up |
| Imma always bond them killas out |
| What’chu think I got them hunnids for? |
| Crazy James just knocked his sentence out |
| Yeah the state done let a menace out |
| So I’m showing up at my nigga house |
| Like the cop that move the tenants out |
| But I ain’t tryna put ya business out |
| (end) |