No Jail Time

Yeah
I told Chase wasn't no niggas
Rappin' this good on the 25 and I meant it
It's G Herbo
My life they say, life is what you make it, man
When I get to flickin' that Bic like Wayne, you niggas in trouble
(Dougie on the beat) uh

I set bar high as fuck where I'm from
Considering niggas quick to run out of luck where I'm from
I had to duck bullets, tote guns
A opp head, the opps on me, I couldn't buss run
Took some real big losses, had a tough run
We just dancin' with the devil, we like, "Fuck run"
Shit got real wild
.40 Glock, alarm clock shouts real loud
Father the streets, nevеr birthed a real child

Lil Wayne is rеal hot on my block
When you get to top pop, the cops watch
So used to drillin', kill and niggas stealin' non-stop
You can't name a street that's terrifyin' here and not rocks, motherfucker
Where I come from it ain't nothin' but bloodsucker
Sure this ain't no love for us, real hustler, he can't trust his blood brother

Knew he had to beat the odds for him to win since a little child
Live in sin but he still smile
Got nobody when he feel down
Sell coke but he keep the fam good, momma still proud

Uh, niggas stress but be real chill
Roll weed when he feel pills
God-fearing but he'll still kill
Probably put a center in his wheel
Niggas spin and miss Thanksgiving, Christmas and that's real spill
Everybody gotta start as beginners
Where I'm from, you love the first nigga take you on a real drill

Nigga got rich, no jail time
Never bought a watch tryna tell time
Used to grab hammers when it's nail time
How the fuck I get rich, no jail time?
Nigga got rich, no jail time
Nigga got rich, no jail time
I'm recordin' how I feel, ain't got a middle man
Life crazy but I feel fine

Nothin' special about me, I made mistakes like a motherfucker
Student of the game, I gotta play this shit the same as you
Execution, had an opportunity the same as you
Lane was like a wide receiver drill, I just made it through
Nine of ten times, you want change, gotta change your crew
'Less you got a crew where niggas doin' shit the same as you
'Posed to ride or die, homicide for your guys
Code of silence, go to trial, got a crew where niggas namin' you

I'ma wear that shit right on my back 'cause that's what gangsters do
You got soldiers with you? Real soldiers with me bangin' too
We could do this like a range to
'Cause I know you got the flame and I got the flame too
And you probably got some aim, I know I got some aim too
You can't wait to let out anger, I've been through some pain too
We can find peace or make it rain, bullets 'til you need a rain suit
Stomach like a scientist, that means I seen some brains too (ugh)

Nigga got rich, no jail time
Never bought a watch tryna tell time
Used to grab hammers when it's nail time
How the fuck I get rich, no jail time?
Nigga got rich, no jail time
Nigga got rich, no jail time
I'm recordin' how I feel, ain't got a middle man
Life crazy but I feel fine



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Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Douglas Whitehead
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