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g herbo - my soul كلمات أغنية

[intro]
it’s real life
i learned like, n_gga be more happy when you just livin’ in now
when i live in my past, it be depression
then when i live in the future, it turn into anxiety
(godd_mn, bj want another one)

[verse]
now i’m back on the road (uh)
and we only eight deep, but everybody totin’ a pole
you might see me fifty deep, think most of them gon’ fold (for real)
i still got a glock on me, but most of them don’t know (shh)
ridin’ to the riches, it was lonely on that road (uh)
everybody hit the wash and rise, but herb had to carry the load (you know that)
n_ggas b_tches, talkin’ like they wanna blitz, but just give a hint
and we was really, really with the sh_ts, before them whips, i was jumpin’ the fence, uh
put him in cement, then i’m ridin’ tint (let’s get it)
when i go through sh_t, ain’t got n0body to vent to
if you ain’t go on hits, you can’t talk ’bout what he meant to you (p_ssy)
and they don’t owe me sh_t, still’ll do this when i’m rich
i still bang l’s, don’t know if i’ma go to h_ll
hope i see heaven where my granny prayin’ i prevail (g herbo)
i’m still duckin’ cells, don’t know if i’ma go to jail
tote a glock at night and i know they ain’t gon’ give me bail (d_mn)
tryna do right, still doin’ wrong, so i know it’s hard to tell (d_mn)
i’ll never tell on n_ggas, although i know it ain’t hard to tell (f_ck ’em)
you don’t know who i f_ck with, yeah, i make it hard to tell (f_ck ’em)
never wrote mally a letter, although i know they ain’t hard to mail (you know i love you)
i was hangin’ with grown men like slug and rell ’cause i was advanced
a lot n_ggas be talkin’ for clout, they was in the house when i was in jams
‘member i had to run my route, i’ll kick a b_tch out just like she pam
it’s 6 a.m. in the stu’ in l.a., i flew straight from the yams (skyami, uh)
‘member my first time in miami, i’m like, “d_mn” (uh_huh, uh_huh, d_mn)
now i f_ck up 50k a weekend, ain’t even carin’
pulled up to the stu’ in hot seaters, truth or darin’
now i pull up in that two_seater, new mclaren (yoom)
now i pull up in that black truck, kevlared up
i pulled up in every single whip, now i don’t give no f_ck
i done ran through twenty, thirty whips, now i don’t give no f_ck
f_cked it up, i f_cked up way too many m’s, what the f_ck? (what the f_ck?)
[outro]
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack, mm, ’bout no sack (big g herbo)
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack (i ran through, man, none of this sh_t i spared, you know what i’m sayin’?)
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack, mm (ayy, look, ’cause i really did for real, no bap)
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack (a lot of sh_t you n_ggas doin’ right now i been did)
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack, mm, ’bout no sack (five, ten years ago)
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack (i really did teach you n_ggas the game if you listened, but)
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack
n_ggas can’t tell me ’bout no sack, mm (uh, yeah)

- g herbo

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