It’s Something In Me Lyrics by G Herbo
(It’s something in me)
Let’s get it
(It’s something in me)
Let us get that
(C-Sick)
We with that
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
I’m rappin’, this real rap
Uh
I could’ve been had features, I wan’ with that
I was in the streets, tryna get my get back (Fuck n****)
N***** sittin’ on benches now, but I had played the bleachers
N***** tried to flex for hoes, but I had had them sneakers (Been had them)
I was in the trenches with my glick, with a stick (Big thirty)
Same bitches act like I wan’ shit, suck my dick (Bitch)
All the lit bitches come around, now I’m rich
But I don’t give a fuck ’bout shit now I’m rich (Rich as shit)
Gotta watch out for my homies, now I feel like Mitch
I don’t conversate with n*****, they might feel like snitchin’
I be on to all you n*****, guess I feel like Ace, ‘cept for n***** gon’ get shot right in they face (Baow)
I like starin’ at my place, I’m out of place
Catch me crusin’ in the Lamb’ or I’m outer space (Rolls)
N***** been hoes, he tryna get chose
N***** been hoes, they just ain’t been exposed
Ain’t in n****’s business, don’t be sniffin’ with my nose (Nah)
Don’t like n****’s energy, I’m chillin’ with my bros (Gang)
I live in LA, but don’t playin’ with my nose
Think I still live in Chiraq ’cause I be stayin’ with my pole (I got that)
I’ma blow that, fasho that (Fasho)
I know how to tuck a thirty, don’t show that (Don’t show it)
Rich as fuck but I’m still Herbie, you know that (You know that)
I got children, turned to a gremlin, no Kodak (Uh)
Still quick to do a n**** dirty, you know that
Sitcks and stones probably break my bones, but ain’t never let a word, you know that
Quick to hop up in that foreign, Swerv’, you know that
I got cake, my brother got some cake, so we merge
Folks in that straight take off on the Jakes, so we heard (Skrtt)
Ain’t leave a trace, snub thirty-eight, so we heard (So we heard)
A lot of you n***** born in the trenches, but be nerds (What?)
I got some killers that’ll kill the killers from the ‘burbs (From the ‘burbs)
So don’t judge books
We got thugs shook
That’s my cous’ look (Look at ’em)
Got you n***** shook still, blow that fire, know how that feel
N***** die, know how that feel (Know how that feel), but don’t look at me get killed (Pussy)
Real n***** with that’s gon’ kill for me, I don’t got to kill
I got more M’s than yo’ deal worth, don’t got a deal (‘Fore I had a deal)
Anytime I sign a deal they don’t own none (Shit)
And I be clutchin’ on that steel feel like you on to somethin’
But, I’ma blow that, fasho that
I know how to tuck a thirty, don’t show that
Rich as fuck but I’m still Herbie, you know that
I got children, turned to a gremlin, no Kodak