G Herbo - Feelings

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{intro}
Uh
Dougie on the beat
Still, still
Still feel the deal
Still, look

{verse}
Talked to my kid mom today, that was kinda hard
Sick of all the drama in my life, we ain't gotta start
How the fuck we still holding grudges, you ain't got a heart?
Either way a nigga life a movie and you got a part
I was in a lotta dark
I don't never make excuses for myself, but how i came up was kinda hard
I was havin' battle scars
And i'm never speakin' on the shit i did, 'cause when you bite, you don't gotta bark
These the years now when he young, but my jit watchin'
Just 'cause we fell out of love, that ain't his problem
Every kid want a mami and a papi
But how we gon' co-parent when it's sloppy?
Bet' not act like i ain't that nigga, but i ain't cocky
Everybody watch me, i'm duckin' the paparazzi
Life was hittin' heavy, now i'm steady takin' oxies
Hate it or love it, my life faster then a masi'
Public record, yeah, but you ain't gotta sabotage me
Even though i'm more than generous, gotta rob me
Instead of doin' what you 'posed to, you try and dodge me
I'm gon' be here regardless, won't do me like demarcus
I don't want no problem, but just stop me when i'm flaugin'
Can't accept the fact you love me, keep tryin' judge me
Granted, you gon' stay in position, but that's because me
Still feel me, i was real but this the real-real me
Hope you still feel me
All my real niggas gotta feel me
If i don't talk about it, it'll kill me
Hope you still feel me
I got love for you still, literally
I hate that we seein' shit differently
I can't let it get to me
I stay focus, i see shit vividly
Built for tough times that weren't meant for me
I don't want no sympathy
I can recognize whoever here for me
If i weren't the nigga i was meant to be
They weren't even here for me
What it is? go on, make it clear for me
I don't pay attention to the rear of me
Nah, they ain't hearin' me
They respect me more than they be fearin' me
When i wasn't winnin' they weren't cheerin' me (for real)
Lost my brother, almost been a year for me
Go on, shed a tear for me
And i love you, nigga, still feel me
And your son can always and chill with me
He can come and live with me
Gotta still feel me
Gave 'em the real me
Help him out but he'll still kill me, damn
Never seen a nigga real 'til me, damn
And this gave me the chills
Lil' bro know i didn't fold when he gave me the wheel
'til this day he like the baby still
But he'll hit the switch and turn it to a navy seal
I got diagnosed but i don't want no crazy pills
I'm a real hustler, i don't want no lazy deals
If i execute this time, i'm makin' crazy mils
They tryna book me every day, i'm havin' stage appeal
I got burned once again, but i paid it still
I don't wanna tell you what a nigga made for real
I don't wanna tell you where a nigga came for real
All the hunger, all the doubt and all the pain was real
They know my name for real, herbo made a change for real
And i got aunties that ain't met my baby still
But it's all good
I walk around with a smile like it's all good
I'm at a million dollar meeting, smell like all 'woods
I know they'll make a way for me if y'all could
I been to war, but i'm still good in damn near all hoods
I could hear a nigga diss me, it'd be all love
They wanna ask me how i feel, i give a small shrug
I was top ten, front line, all thugs
I was locked in, ten summers, all blood

{outro}
Uh, still feel me
I don't even want no adlibs on that
Uh
Still feel me
If we at war, you gon' still feel me
I don't really talkin' much after this song 'cause i want you to listen (dougie on the beat)

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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.