Lil Herb - Man Down lyrics
[Intro] Look man, Ball Like I'm Kobe the mixtape coming soon man Young n***a done grew up now though but let me tell you something [Verse 1] Take me way back, way way back Back to 87th Rink with the wave caps Back to 72nd street that's where I played at But 79 ess** block where I was made at East side, only side where I was raised at No cease fire, disrespect us you get blazed at Take me back, way back to elementary Lost G Fazo in 2010 the rest was history And ever since its been "murder all my enemies" And ever since it's been "never show no sympathy" I'm in this by myself, n***as don't mean sh** to me And money don't mean sh** to me I remember nights, when it wasn't sh** to eat And ever since it's been "n***as can't get sh** for free" This world f**ed up my n***a, so good luck my n***a And once you in that state system then you stuck my n***a Better get some bucks my n***a You only got yourself the rest don't give a f** my n***a And I'mma live it up my n***a Don't be mad at me your b**h can't get enough my n***a But back to basics, you want that bank just hit me up my n***a Smoking OG to the face I'm high as f** my n***a You know G Herbo keep some codeine in his cup my n***a Roll up to my show we got 4 FNs in the trunk my n***a And we got them slammers in the club You know Lil Marley blammin' n***a mud Just went to see my big bro Maskey in the county jail He was out on 25 but he tryna make another bail When I was 17 I seen my first 100 racks I turned 18 seen it again and blew that 100 back But now I'm wiser b**h I'm master making money stack I'm tryna win a grammy I got fo' n dem out there sellin' crack What you need? You know we buy that store Big bucks my bro, he got it for the low f** the law they tryna send a n***a up the road Pa**ing out conspiracies they snatch me up b**h I don't know I don't know Free my n***a Crazy James, shout out my big bro perfect 8 And ever since they took the game sh** ain't been the same Free Lil Merch and wet em up see shorty n them be duckin treys Roll around with all my ice on me I got 24 for Kobe and this pipe on me Boy you better not risk your life on me We in the club might get your head shot, pull a knife on me You standin' in the line paying for your mans and all I don't show up to the club unless the fans involved I'm sick of these hating n***as, all you snaking n***as Pocket watcher tryna see how much I'm making n***a Why you wanna see me fail? I'm tryna make it n***a Why you want me to be broke and stay a basic n***a? Why n***as wanna see me dead? Tryna see me down Same n***as shake my hand when they see me 'round Let you know for you gotta watch em They gon drop a dime or k** you for a dollar And I gotta watch my back cause I know n***as plottin' Same n***a who say he ya partna' he'll pop-pop And I'm ridin' round tryna ease the pain Smoking on dutches drink a ace of lean High speedin' and I'm switching lanes Tired of talkin Ballin Like I'm Kobe on the way [Outro] RIP all my n***as man Free all my n***as man Ballin Like I'm Kobe on the mixtape Coming real soon man You already know what it is man Pistol gang, 4L You already know how we rocking man [..] Let's get it man We don't f** around we gotta get this money man f** all that other sh**