G Herbo - Nightmares On Essex

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{intro}

Kill a street nigga get a dime
Kill a rap nigga get a dub
I heard you kodak
Uh, they be like herb you got ptsd?
Or why? how?
Post traumatic stress disorder nigga

{verse 1}

Told him you gone live
But he ain't live my nigga died
Thinking bout it now the last time i really cried
Shut em tight now i see red when i open my eyes (blood in em)
That's the only time i told my nigga a lie remember he had that bitch on fire and it want even hot
I'm surprised we won that gun fight it want even a glock
I was right there in his face and i ain't even get shot
Watch my comments cause the fans gone say i got him got (they say that)
16 i'm young as hell we going on the opps
Best watch lil bro cause he don't talk too much that nigga plottin
Please don't let maneski influence him that nigga rottin
We put in work for kobe and roc so they don't feel forgotten
6am i had pen jotting cmoney call me like pop out we on it again andale
I know the opps like damn thats them again they coming again it's ugly
Mik had a stu booked for me but i'm on the block with my killas cause that's where i wanna be
Went on my first hit but i ain't make it a body cause i seen a lady in front of me
I had a dream that i saw a nigga kill roc with a gun in my hand he was under me
I was naive chilling thinking i ain't have to go get it thought i could just wait till it come to me
I went and got it now i got a lot nigga everybody know i got dough go wherever i wanna be

{chorus}
Thousand mile races through my head now i can't sleep
Let me just relax the devil playing with me
Angel's talking i just can't hear what they saying to me
Suffering from anxiety i'm fighting insanity

{bridge}

In them streets i saw them fiends more than my family
I been seeing so much blood i need a xan to sleep
I can't even get no sleep unless you laying with me
And i got faith i'm gone get home i know you praying for me

{verse 2}

I don't wanna lean no more now i can't even sleep
Sweating out for weeks if i ain't smoke weed i can't eat
I was drinking syrup before i heard of sound cloud
When lil black was in his prime you niggas wasn't around
Fore the instagram had my city going down
Back if you ain't know a junky you wasn't a four a round
I was tryna ease my mind stop it from going round
I seen buddy laid down holes in his crown
All you niggas wanna be kings but doing peasant shit
How the fuck he want comission he ain't even selling shit
Niggas still out in these streets like they ain't telling shit
Ain't a hustler he can't eat unless he nailing shit
If you want smoke i love pressure i'm inhaling it
Cracking whateva i got my pipe i'll do life nigga try us it's whateva
I ride dolo cause i found out niggas wasn't solid i thought you was riding forever?
90 percent of these niggas is bitches they find they self snitching trying to lie to detectors (fuck is you talking fo')

{chorus}

Thousand mile races through my head now i can't sleep
Let me just relax the devil playing with me
Angel's talking i just can't hear what they saying to me
Suffering from anxiety i'm fighting insanity

{bridge}
In them streets i saw them fiends more than my family
I been seeing so much blood i need a xan to sleep
I can't even get no sleep unless you laying with me
And i got faith i'm gone get home i know you praying for me

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Herbert Wright III, whose stage persona G Herbo resonates with the pulsating rhythm of Chicago's streets, maps the contours of an urban soundscape with stark narratives and gritty beats. Once christened Lil Herb, his early moniker echoed the youthful energy and restlessness of his Chiraq origins—a cityscape scarred by strife yet vibrant with the tenacity of its people.

G Herbo emerged from this maelstrom, a lyrical chronicler of tumultuous times, weaving tales of survival amidst the concrete tapestries of his home. His music is a raw testament to the trials encountered on the merciless streets of Chicago, often referred to as Chiraq by those who know its inner workings. His tracks don't just skim the surface but dive deep into the struggle, with each beat hewn from the very challenges he's faced.

His artistry pivots on the drill music genre, a relentless and powerful form of hip-hop that heralds from the South Side of Chicago. G Herbo's verses are more than music—they are urban psalms that command attention, resonating with an authenticity forged in the fires of personal experience.

Rising to public consciousness with a voice synonymous with the heartbeat of his city, G Herbo's transition from Lil Herb to his current emblem signifies a maturation not only in his career but also in his role as a street sage. Through the evolution of his name, from Lil Heroine to G Herbo, there's a palpable shift—a shedding of former skins to embrace an identity that's entirely his.

His stirring ensemble of hardcore drill songs does not shy away from reality but instead highlights a life laced with adversity, yet underscored by a relentless pursuit of betterment and hope. G Herbo stands as a figure of the hard-knocked yet indomitable spirit of Chicago, his voice a beacon for many navigating similar paths.