G Herbo - No Jail Time Lyrics

Yeah
I told Chase wasn't no niggas
Rappin' this good under 25 and I meant it
It's G Herbo
My lighter 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
Considerin' niggas quick to run out of luck where I'm from
I had to duck bullets, tuck guns
A opp had the ups 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, shots real loud
Father the streets, never birthed a real child
Lil Wayne is real hot on my block
When you get your top popped 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 bloodsuckers
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, mama still proud
Uh, niggas stress but be real chill
Roll weed when he feel pills
God-fearin' but'll still kill
Probably put a sinner in his will
Niggas spin and miss Thanksgivin', 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 gotta mail mine
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 of 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 the range too
'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