Lyrics Emotions - Millyz, G Herbo

Emotions

Yo, Rey again?
Sound beautiful, look
Love to my bros that couldn’t make it, I’ma make it for you
They can gentrify my hood, but they can’t change the soil
Raised up in the '90s, seen cocaine get boiled
My next door neighbors puttin' flame to the foil
Just cleared a quarter million rappin' in like four months
Them suckas talkin' like they shooters, they ain’t score once
He got his stimulus and spent that shit on all Runtz
Your homies freeze up under pressure 'cause they all chumps
Double up my dollars, must acknowledge, I’m a 8 Sries swerver
Th .40 turned him to a vegetable, that’s basically murder
We both rap, but they resent the fact I’m takin' it further
And that same bitch they dream about, well, I just made her a squirter
Connected with Berner and we about to bring a Cookies to the city
Prior to it, slabs of coke that looked like cookies in the city
Had to read the signs 'cause they was tryna book me in the city
These people feel like I’m braille, can’t overlook me in the city
I feel like young Basquiat with bars and what I’m smokin' is purple
Smoker’s Club in '016, I used to open for Herbo
I just left out Medellín, met Pablo’s brother Roberto
Caught my homie playin' both sides, I ain’t surprised, but it hurt though
I got murder on my mind and I got hoes all on my dick
We ain’t walkin' in this club if we can’t go in with that stick
I put this ice all on my chain, this shit is frozen on my wrist
And she a savage just like me, can’t show emotions with this bitch, ooh
Uh, G Herbo
And I came from the gutter (Ooh)
Now ridin' I’m Lambs with my brother
'Cause all we had was each other, ayy
Dirty game, I’m feelin' lost, but I really won
It’s hard to win 'cause I lost who I really love
We tryna mask the pain, all I know is blast and bane
I can’t even crack a smile, I don’t even laugh the same
And now that cash came, 'member we was baggin' 'caine
Murder 1 on opps, all he saw was flash and flames
Wanna know how I got millions and still act the same
They ain’t had no business the 'Raq, man, I went back for gain
Same nigga, still that hard, but I’m just stacked in chains
You can’t leave it in the car, 'cause if you lack, you slain
So all the real niggas tryin' stay afloat
Don’t know how, 'cause we rose from the city of no hope
Every Sunday when they wanna show you pity, I don’t go
Got my auntie in the church with my big cousin sellin' dope
Enemies idol me, they envy me
You come near me, trigger squeeze
I don’t give out sympathy, I’m givin' smoke
I got murder on my mind and I got hoes all on my dick
We ain’t walkin' in this club if we can’t go in with that stick
I put this ice all on my chain, this shit is frozen on my wrist
And she a savage just like me, can’t show emotions with this bitch, ooh
Can’t say you feel me if you never felt the shit I been through (Ooh)
Real life