bi polar

Lyrics

uh huh, yeah, g herbo, humble beast, man, 150 dream team, 150 roc block, bitch, 79th, essex, niggas talking all this gangster shit, it's real gangster shit over there, when i was up on 78th, you was scared straight, before roc died, and gilly caught that fair case, remember roc died, every morning shots fired, you was never in them trenches, pussy, you was dead weight, never had to reminiscence and watch your homie hemorrhage, even though you want to kill 'em, never play them bitches, always came up with the blueprint, never had to listen, i had a bunch of detentions, too many pink slips, turned to suspensions, now i just walked in the car lot holding my pink slips, rocking givenchy, if i had my life on the line, i'd take the shot but i'm not a nowitzski, shot real hot like a shot of the whiskey, if i'm not ducking, how could you miss me?, glued to the blicky, keep my shit with me, i get the back end, still i get back, in the back of the truck if the club try to frisk me, i get so high just like i'm a hippie, back in the '60s, percs got me trippy, i did two thirties, i'm off a sixty, i'm in a range rover sport on the road, tryna lose control, no i'm not messy, i'm quit the drank, and i do not miss it, won't even pour it up when i'm not busy, i'm on a mission, i'm always busy, counting up benji's, tryin' get some more some more bread, look at my cars right now, i got for-show bread, lil nigga, lindsay, he got the low end, i put the work in like i got four hands, and i got love for a few, respect for a couple niggas, but ain't no fear in my heart for no man, keep my sword on me like conan, before the rap, i swear i was poor man, now my cribs and shit gotta door man, niggas stay hating like "herbo a ho man", "how yo gon' show man?", "what're you gon' blow, then?", "i heard he toting his pipe everyday, and he shot some before", "what, you knew him before then?", i heard he the realest, and he be with killers, they sound like gorillas, and ride 4 wheelers, they waving them 30s and yelling no limit, if you ain't with it, then bitch mind your business, got bulletproof vests, just like armadillos, i'm on the corner, with nothin' but dealers, clinching a.40 when i'm on the block, water whippin' my wrist when i'm under the ceiling, guess i'm a hypocrite, 'fore i got shot we was sending 'em out, give a fuck 'bout they feelings, and when i got shot, i was back on the block with my crutch and my glock, give a fuck 'bout the healing, from the start of the day to the finish we was drillin', guess we was mentally illing, couldn't even stop, we allergic to chillin', had to wake up and think like a villain, now my whole thought process different, wake up and think by the million, sometimes i don't talk i just listen, can't never be nothin' i ain't missin', some shit you just learn on your own, i told myself how to not go to prison, they want us to be all alone, they tryin' divide us off in divisions, tryin' divide us by our decisions, take advantage of kindness so that's why i'm vicious, i seen ballers rise and fall that's why i'm ambitious, locked in shackles or they gone, most of all my niggas