G Herbo - Ridin Wit It

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{intro}
Yeah
Uh-huh
(cash davis on the beat, yeah)

{verse 1}
Reminiscin', sat in county a week, was in there chillin'
How the fuck i ain't end up in there when we was really drillin'?
Can't afford to take a loss again, i know the feeling
Damn, why the fuck you always in your feelings?
I been bangin' with wopskino fair since we was children
They killed tracey that same night when we was out there chillin'
I started rappin', how the fuck i end up with some millions?
Me and cap was sippin' drip like we ain't have no ceilings
Nigga, max was on them hits, so he couldn't have no feelings
All them bitches under his belt and ain't got no civilians
Just like eeny, miney, moe, he hop out right there, get 'em
Damn, how you know? 'cause i was right there with him
If i'm in interrogations, i'ma claim my innocence
I won't pay you back with vengeance, kill you, count these benjamins
Spittin' similes, foenem listenin', knockin' out they sentences
Labels tryna meet me 'bout, uh, handle with due diligence
Go'n and raise your hand, went to war with no limit
Don't see too many, we militant
Had that new foreign, bent the wheel on it
Park it in mama garage and just chill in it
Got bullet holes in it, who been in it?
Tint it, be right back in a minute
Niggas hearin' stories, they thinkin' we finished
Next day, we was back out on business
Got nothin' to prove, i'm just reflectin', god be my witness
Don't disrespect 'cause i'll wet you and won't seek forgiveness
The world really wanna know just how i'm livin'
Gave it to 'em raw, so now i'm one of the realest
And i still got the same killers rollin' with me
Got my glock, i'm playin' nip, feel like a rollin' 60
I already mentioned duwop, i still roll with 60
Still got a temper, lose control, you would think i roll with missy
Niggas still mad, they pissy
Know my block sad, they miss me
Mama always said i'd be ridin' with heat
So every time i slide, gotta kiss me
Lil' bitch mad i bought wifey a patek, ain't even gonna buy her some tiffany
I won't never let 'em catch me slippin' (uh-uh)

{chorus}
So i'm ridin' with it (ridin')
Yeah, i'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it)
Gotta ride with it (ridin')
Fightin' cases and shit, i still gotta ride with it (ridin')
Yeah, i'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it)
I'm still ridin' with it (ridin')
I'ma die for this shit (grrt)

{verse 2}
And i love my hood, but you think i'ma die for this shit? (what?)
All the niggas already died for this shit?
Candlelights, niggas sneak diss on me, out there cryin' and shit
All these bitches talkin' 'bout they love me, out there lyin' and shit
Keep my heat, i don't like surprises
And i see the envy all in your eyes, shit
Devil in disguise want me to meet my demise
Ain't no love in this shit
Niggas watched me starve all in this shit
Now i'm eatin', nigga say they hungry, got low carbs in all this shit
Give no fuck, nigga, suck my dick
You wouldn't be hittin' me if i wasn't rich
Miles away, be hearin' this
Then i come back 'round and niggas don't say shit
'cause i ain't no bitch
You wasn't ridin' 'round with them licks tryna get your lick back
When this shit crack and see an opp, it feel like christmas, nigga finna gift wrap him
And i spent so much stackin' this shit, i forgotten it
Hit the a, they love me, i feel like i'm dominique (wilkins)
Did some louis kicks, i mixed the virgil top with it (killed 'em)
Urus truck, i copped the whip, then slut, your bop in it (swervin')

{chorus}
So i'm ridin' with it (ridin')
Yeah, i'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it)
Gotta ride with it (ridin')
Fightin' cases and shit, i still gotta ride with it (ridin')
Yeah, i'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it)
I'm still ridin' with it (ridin')
I'ma die for this shit

Release Date: May 29, 2020

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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.