Real Rap Song Lyrics

Real Rap by G Herbo

Uh, uh, G Herbo

Way back in grade school, I was a baby bully
Now I sit down with the label, I’m like 80/20
Before I ever bought Amiri’s, it was gray hoodies
For every nigga, every b**ch said I can’t or couldn’t
Pussy listen, better think about what you sayin’ to me
My lil’ cousin ‘nem in traffic with like 8 fully’s
For real
They gone kill
Blood spill and take a pill
I knew I’d make a mill ever since I was little
I’m on defense with my steel, but I like to drill
Wake up work and pay my bills, but I like to chill
I just bought another GT coupe, that’s the lil’ one
I watch Disney on the TV too, with my lil’ ones
When you call me I might fall through, cause I’m a real one
f**k these rappers, cause they all fu, I don’t feel ’em
My lil hoe she know 100 tricks, like Matilda
And on my strip we took over sh*t like the pilgrims

Butcher comin’, nigga, yeah

I jumped in this sh*t just to cause some terror
I’m not from the blogger era
Park my coupe by the truck that startup when I’m walking near it
The FBI tried to make me a target just off a song lyrics
I look and see a bunch of me’s
This sh*t must be a wall of mirrors
I’m talking serious
Mr. Pyrex man, I’m an (Facts)
As far as stats go, I should be All American
But I thought the streets was cool
I was falling asleep in school
I made white float on water just like Norwegian crews
I ain’t that patient with these hoes
sh*t like this be new to her
She only seen niggas like me on TV or Google Search
f**k a broke b**ch and she gone front like you using her
I f**k her more times then cut her off when she do it first
The spot, I had to take it
Rappers and they imagination
I really got plugs, drugs & travel agents
This was way back them felony charges been aggravated
Anybody who cross gang got a suit and a casket waiting

Yeah, it’s the Butcher, Swerv
We really like that, really like that

A vampire but I’m Blade I got a different thirst
Couple millions niggas made, b**ch I did it first
Couple opps came trim then we did ’em worse
This my block you get some clout then you get a shirt
I’m really him I did the Lamb, I done did the Vert
My b**ch in every different whip, every different purse
My clique in every different Rollie, AP
It’s crazy, I played the streets
I’m like Meech & Jay Z
I played the game waist deep
You know this gangster sh*t it ain’t cheap
I had a shootout then I made a quarter million in the same week
I’m at odds with a nigga I love so we can’t speak
That’s my nigga, but I’m on what he on cause I ain’t sweet
Just take me for example, look what the sh*t made me
Be careful what you wish for cause the paper don’t change grief
Yeah, somewhere in Cali with Swervo
Lamb behind the Turbo
They think I went commercial, there’s killers in my circle