Best Rapper Alive

G Herbo

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    How I turn– oh, this the, this the bottom, right?
    This one right here ain't turn
    Uh (this phone)
    Uh (yeah)
    It's G Herbo (yep)
    I feel like the best rapper alive, for real
    I know I am, no bap
    Yep, yep, yep (when I get to flickin' that Bic like Wayne, you niggas in trouble)

    Rick Owen hoodie, G Fazo tennis shoes
    Way before them fullies, I had a. 22 in middle school
    I am not that same nigga you knew, I been improved
    My name in the hall of fame 'cause I'ma shoot, win or lose
    Stay on P's and Q's, my heart easily bruised
    No Limit, don't follow rules, if we spot him, go watch the news, ayy
    I don't fuck with jail lunch, I be eatin' brunch with Jews
    I ain't lost in trial once 'cause my safe full of blues, yeah
    I pop out and stunt
    Make four hundred, I fuck off a hundred K a month
    You don't gotta backdoor my opps, we walk right through the front
    We went turnt they whole block into a pound of Runtz
    Big bro put me back on top when I went down some
    This shit ain't nothin', you niggas ain't never been around money
    These hoes fuckin', we run through bops for fun around the country
    All at amusement parks and shit with my sons, I'm still clutchin', ayy
    Switches spark and spray like butter
    Every day, gotta stay on guard, streets broke my heart, I lost my brother
    Summertime, ain't have no fan, wintertimes, ain't have no covers
    Big G Herbo, I'm the man, I bought a Rolls-Royce out the gutter
    Know some niggas that I looked up to every day, went out like a sucker
    Know some killers that's 'round the way, ain't got no pape', but he got a cutter
    And on Cap, shit, if it wasn't for rap, could've been that motherfucker
    All the profit we got from the trap, we was lookin' out for each other, go
    Ferrari whips and palm trees
    'Member Max was runnin' the strip, used to grab his stick, then call me
    2018 when he passed, took lean and Xans, had all the reasons
    Paid his bail every time he got in a jam 'cause I had all the cheese
    Everybody straight to V-I-P when they walk in that bitch with me
    In my own city, they hate, but I spend cake when I'm with the skis
    Shit get major, we ain't even got no patience, fuck it up and leave
    Soon as that button go to the left
    Remind me of death 'cause it come in threes (three round, grrt)

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    G Herbo, this that hustler music
    No bap, every day, I wake up, I want that
    I need it, I need that
    Shoutout to all the real niggas, man
    Wake up and get on top of what they need to get on, man
    Take care of they family, they friends
    I took my chance before the advance
    And I been had a hundred bands, let's get it
    This that hustler music, G Herbo, best rapper alive

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