4 Min of Hell Part 3 - Lil Herb

My hunger is equal to my struggle

I came from nothin'

Grindin' then I made it to somethin'

The age of a youngin'

Started hangin' and bangin' and hustlin'

Exchangin' the customs

To make it in this dangerous jungle

In a treacherous war

People dying, nobody crying

All the shit that I saw

You expect me to sit on the porch?

Every moment is yours

Freeze up and you fall by the torch where I’m from

Better not front in the city I’m from

Homicides on a Sunday in the city I’m from

Young nigga, always hanging wit them older guys

We was bangin', slangin' all the white

But we ain’t Oberweis

Fantasizing, tryna be that trap nigga

Can’t get to the money

We too busy tryna clap niggas

Standing on that block, where my mama told me

«Boy don’t got right there»

But I was by that store right there

Learned everything I know right there

Me and broski, brought me to the block

He showed me the work, and he sold me the work

But nobody never told me to work

I used to post up, talk shit and tote guns

While we smoke blunts

We knew the price if we gon' live this life

But we like so what

Cause no one gon' make a way for none of us to come up

But I’m tryna make a way for every one of us to come up

When the sun rise I roll a philly up, and load the semi up

By 9 o’clock I’m drinkin' double cups and gettin' paper cuts

We savin' up, sittin' on this money

Now it’s raisin' us.

We trained to buss

You can run dog, that’s what this laser for

I think I need to, take a breather

Cause I’m hot as fever

I’m about to bring some type of demon

Right up outta me

Cause I been feelin' like you pussy niggas tryna plot on me

That’s why I keep this Glock on me

Plus I got all this guap on me

But way before the flex you still could catch me

On that block out east

Lost my homies, now I feel like God just dropped a rock on me

But I won’t stop, I can’t stop

Gotta go hard, till my rate drop

Spittin' all this fire make my face hot

Now I can’t wait till my tape drop

And I’m still up on the 8 Block

Late night me and J. Dot

Better think twice for you ride past

Let the 9 blast now the Jakes hot

I was bout to take a rest but

Smoke told me, «Bro it ain’t no let ups»

So I’m working hard like I’m in the pros

Make a nigga bitch lick my sweat up

She suckin' dick and I just met her

She know a nigga next up

She hope I don’t neglect her

And she know I don’t respect her

And I might forget my sweater

But never leave the house without Berettas

Still the same nigga from the gangway

Tryna flip a ounce into a Phantom

Catch me doing shows filling stands up

You know the gang turn the fans up

And you know we got them cans tucked

Hope nobody don’t get blammed up

I be leanin' I can’t stand up

And this bitch asked me why my jeans sag

Cause they tryna hold my bands up

Heard somebody wanna rob me

Well you bett' not give ya chance up

2 seats in the 50 shot

I just hope I don’t get jammed up

And this 50 bett' not jam up

I seen niggas get in jams and

They ain’t even stay to pick they mans up

I seen niggas shakin' hands

Then make the same niggas put they hands up

I seen niggas changed gettin' change

Niggas that was cool since the sandbox

So I gotta keep my head up

16 and I got one head up

And ion talk, I let the gun talk

And she don’t never really understand nothin'

Let a fuck nigga ask somethin'

Give a fuck nigga every one

Gave my young niggas couple .38s

And some shells let em have fun

Young niggas spend a lot of cash

Cause growing up I never had none

I’m like, «Oh I gotta get me some»

Cause being broke wasn’t any fun

We got choppers for everyone

Who want problems with anyone

I be tired of tryna tell y’all niggas

Where a nigga really comin' from

And why a nigga gotta go hard

Cause ion really come from nothin'

And I never been a runner up

Cause it ain’t nobody runnin' us

And Lil Mally got that sit em down

If somebody ever runnin' up

Imma always bond them killas out

What’chu think I got them hunnids for?

Crazy James just knocked his sentence out

Yeah the state done let a menace out

So I’m showing up at my nigga house

Like the cop that move the tenants out

But I ain’t tryna put ya business out

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