Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 Minutes of Hell Part 4, artist - Lil Herb.
Date of issue: 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 |