Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4 Minutes of Hell Part 4 , by - Lil Herb. Release date: 30.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 Minutes of Hell Part 4 |
| I’m from the jungle, lions, apes and gorillas, lions the police |
| Nigga we the apes and gorillas, go ape and gorilla |
| Boy don’t turn your face on a killer |
| Fuck the system, man, we going back to racism, nigga |
| Look, the department suffer fakeism, nigga |
| Black police try not to notice, like they ain’t killing niggas or hate killing |
| niggas |
| See a million bodies, I done shed a thousand tears |
| Niggas drink to a thousand niggas, been selling rocks a thousand years |
| Two time felon nigga, one more like a thousand years |
| And the average pussy nigga out here ain’t gone ride with his |
| He gon' switch up, he gon' fold, he ain’t holdin' shit back |
| He only got a year back and now he can’t forget that |
| You done sold your fucking soul for 400 days |
| Niggas got their kid starving for some fucking J’s |
| Life too short, better not get caught up in your fucking ways |
| I be feeling like Phil Jackson, all these fucking plays |
| I’m just riding through my city, getting blazed, in the rain |
| I been stressing, feel like I’m a couple days from insane |
| Don’t know what’s got into me, I just been saving the pain |
| The devil tryna' enter me, I just might let him into me |
| But I know when he finna' leave that that’s gon' be the end of me |
| And I won’t let that finish me, cause I got too much energy |
| I be right back in effect like I just got a injury |
| Pourin' up that purple happiness, it give me energy |
| Sip your happiness, forget your problems, that’s the remedy |
| Sippin' Activis straight out the bottle, shit’s so good to me |
| I be leanin', I be smoking, poppin' beans then I be rollin' |
| I been steamin', so we rollin, hop in Beamers and we rollin' |
| Pull up on your block with glizzies and them beams and we be blowin' |
| We ain’t shooting for no reason, clear the scene when we blowin' |
| Then we high, in the sky, tellin' fo’nem 'bout the story |
| Got a lot of niggas gone that I been knowin' since we was shortys |
| That alone just made me stronger, got my chrome though I ain’t worried, boy |
| Posted on that curve, boy, early off the syrup, boy |
| Chill, if you don’t know me, give a fuck 'bout what you heard, boy |
| Niggas see me when I fly past like, «There go Herb, boy» |
| Rappers wanna' know the way that I play with the words, boy |
| 33 up in the clip like I play with that Byrd, boy |
| And niggas know that Lil Bibby my bro got the shit for the low on the verse, boy |
| Real nigga shit, we ten year niggas bitch so imagine the numbers for Herb, boy |
| And we go ham every month on the first, junky walk up and just empty her purse |
| Don’t work with feelings my money come first |
| And no, I’m not a hypocrite so therefore, I don’t got to a church |
| God still with me even though I’m out here doing my dirt |
| It’s a lot of times when I know I coulda' been threw in a hearse |
| So I’m dropping 4s in my soda every time I’m doing my verse |
| Please do not try to act crazy my nigga cause Rugers’ll burst |
| They ready, they on it, they aiming at niggas, my shooters so thirst |
| G Herbo my name, so a pussy, I can’t be |
| I hang with them menaces, free Jays and free Maneski |
| If it was still slavery I know the mastas' a hang me |
| Cause I only respect my momma and granny and aunties |
| I’m just a young nigga, finna' go from the blow |
| And I’m still in the streets so you know I will take blow for a show |
| Just let me know, as long as don’t nobody search at the door, cause you know |
| how we roll |
| If anyone try to act like they want smoke then the club will be closed |
| No Limit’s don’t play around, all they know blow |
| Like they play with they nose and they taking them souls |