Wrd2Herb

Word 2 Herb, everyday some new stuff
Ain't beefing my girl, I'm beefing killers and some kids
Everyday I'm getting older, I gotta think about my niece and nephews
Show you scenes them bullets bless you
Hoy came in as a refuge
Make sure we had clothes and fed right even when we ain't had nothing
She make sure we live the best life
Say one day I lick a hunnid I'ma give my mama fifty on me they like I sit slam I don't get tipsy
Runnin' up and now they miss me
Elastic bands all wrapped in fifties 20s and them 10s too
Came a long way from hittin' 20s and them 10s beat

I'm even metric on me Leonardo
Take me back to 2012, I was stuck inside my aunts room
Saw my break come out my heathers, lost my grandma I ain't healed yet
Ain't no sign my father fills yet
He thinks I gone tactile heroin I can smell a mil on Nera, police coming close to fear him
Made a kill in front of the corner, London, Manit, Aberdeen
All my boys distribute, we will never disagree
If it's what we grew machines, triple nines we let it be

Sure you told me to stop the lean and she told me to stop the
Said I love money and fiends, told her it's nowhere it seems
Then she like rinse and repeat, I know if I go broke nobody gon' hire me
I ain't have a plan
A reason like the post plan B
Drinking and finessing to get in from my family
Can never be a has-been, holler when I have fitness
And she got her tripod, remember when she told me
Need this behind if I laugh out, she knows
She know for how I do what she needs

You know for ends it ain't dizzy I leave it seen
Chemo cannoli smelling like gasoline
Always worried don't worry just go to sleep alright
How can I tell her I'm in this hard life?
Up that house I'm selling hard drive
Asked all my boys for some dark crimes
We been hellin' but you know I can't lie, uh

So many times I have messed up, you know I can't cry
You know in death calling your name, you know you can't hide
I go used to fearing the rules, like now I don't know rhyme I been broke yet
Mills just progressed I get that coat wet, and whip this whole Rex
Don't need no old friends, I need my old fiends I need my old peace, messed up my old re-
Dodging from police, sipping on codeine
Smart stepping low key, I'm stepping low key
Stepping with my poor key

Them man don't know me
They don't know me send a text and get a gun, you know me
I'm on my ones, trapped where I run out funds you know me I stay with guns
Sippin' what I'm sippin' lean try to touch the team like what you mean
Married denims be my jeans they say zini be so flea
Like we won't spray it at your bean in these streets bad
No we play for keeps talking gangster you the type to go and scream
M.O.B my boys they stay with gleez

I'm sinning, sinning with my people I came with them hitters, them hitters
You know they're evil X's and them dotties, my, them weapons lethal
They ain't give my killi a bad, they gave him a eagle
Your boy got them back in the day and I like his sequel
I can drop my boy a banner and make him spleed you
He said bros, he wouldn't, did it and let it be too
That guys talking hard, man, I love it when them boys scream too, oh yeah