G Herbo – Eastside Stories Lyrics

G Herbo – Eastside Stories

We don’t even say it
We don’t even say “R.I.P” nigga
We just say “Long Live”, all my niggas gone, ya know
Niggas that we lost to this shit
Niggas really out here
In the streets
You know, for real, living this shit that I’m rappin’ ’bout, you know, I’m just
Like, I’m

‘Member what it used to be like
I was seventeen
‘Member what it used to be like
I was off the lean
‘Member what it used to be like
All I had a dream
‘Member what it used to be like
We ain’t have a thing
But I turned it to some shit that they all wanna be like
Ain’t gon’ never get like this cause you don’t wanna be right
I make all the sacrifices so you live a better life
Somebody told me leave your legacy while you’re still alive
Somebody told me leave your legacy while you’re still alive
I wonder what it be like if G-Fazo was still alive
‘Member when Kobe died I drank that shit right out the bottle
We went to war for Rock, wonder if he was here, would he have had a body?
We gon’ fall out this rap shit, wonder wonder what Slim would’ve felt about it
Turned all the way up in this rap shit, but I wish Cap was right here beside me
Now a moment of silence
Where we grew up all we knew was violence
2012, we was strapped, used to play with them bitches like violins
We ain’t even get to make it back safe if we hearin’ the sirens
We gon’ get put with the opps on the air, phones wildin’
Matter fact, fuck that, if you want smoke we can dial in
Just hit a lick, we gon’ pull a [?]
We ain’t broke no more, how do you end up on an island?
Trash lil’ niggas get rich though
Keep it on my hip with his headphone
He be shooting dice with his hand full
Ten four stack with a hand fold
Fuck a nigga bitch like a nympho
Been in the streets whats the Info?
Drako make him duck like limbo
Leaving him stretched out, no limo
Get money, stay 100, my M-O
Know I’ma stay 150, 50 on a chain, 150
You know this gang-gang 150
Foe nem tote big as 50’s
They don’t want no lil ass glizzy
Better at least put .30 in it
I ain’t gon lie, this shit serious
These lil niggas here ’bout they buisness
They in this shit tryna finish
I got real niggas doing sentences, they in that bitch tryna finish
I’ma help put on for my hood and my city while smoking OG in Givenchy
I was smelling like pot store in school, I was seventeen they gave a nigga detention
Went to school, had to dip wit’ from glick with the 17, niggas be greetin’ with tension
And big bro was ready to park by the school till I left, just in case he was itchin
Free [?], niggas is snitches
Long live Playboy, niggas bitches
Free T-Slick, I miss him
Free Lil [?], he innocent
No Limit Gang, finna get the pendant did
And still doin’ this shit independant, you dig?
And I’m iced out, these pointers big
Them bitches only gon’ get bigger, you dig?
A nigga only gon’ get richer, you dig?
My fans ain’t gotta pay for a picture, you dig?
Just support a nigga, you dig?
Y’all know I on a mission, kid
Gotta move on, I’ll be on my way, I’ma miss you kid
I gotta keep gettin’ money, if you get in my way I hope you kissed your kid (Goodbye)

G Herbo – Eastside Stories Lyrics

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