G Herbo - Smoke

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{intro}
Uh, ayy (dj victoriouz with me in the building)
Ain't no weed rolled up over there?
Damn, one more time
Ain't no weed rolled up back there?
Fuck, hand me that cup
Uh (ayy, wondo, you made this beat? dang), yeah

{verse}
My lil' nigga's itchin', he gon' take on all missions
Better not play the field, pussy, i'ma have my dawgs sick 'em
Shoot it out with the whole city, all fifties, all glizzies
Pop out wearin' black masks, we know most of y'all witnesses
War between some young niggas, likely to involve bitches
Next thing, got a wall for the deceased, room full of our pictures
Feds wanna catch a nigga bad, know they all wishin' (what?)
I'm gettin' rich, so suck a nigga dick, i know that y'all listening
Chains on me all glistening (uh), blur a bitch vision (ayy)
Difference is you in that five-sixty (i'm in that six-fifty)
I'm ballin' out, but just like ja morant, you didn't pick me, bitch grizzly
Thought i lost it, but i really didn't, big frisbee (uh)
Started on the block, now i'm worldwide
Nigga, i been trendin' before verified (i been trendin' before verified)
When i saw a murder, i wasn't terrified (i wasn't terrified)
Stuck up in this shit like i'm paralyzed (like i'm paralyzed)
Gangsters gon' unite, one day our day arrives (our day arrives)
Thankful for my life, i pray i stay alive (i pray i stay alive)
Movin' like the man 'cause i got bread now (i got bread now)
I can't let the fame get to my head now (uh, uh-uh)
Thousand dollar cash, mil' skully's on my head now (ayy, ayy)
But niggas i was thuggin' with, gettin' money with, they dead now
Pain in me, keep the flames with me, nigga blackout, just see red, i
Wised up, might contradict myself on shit i said
I be trying to slow up like, "herbo, nigga, use your head"
Got a bodyguard, but nigga be really dependin' on that lead
Nigga not no reptile, nothing but tears and bloodshed
Nigga not erectile, but i keep one up in the head (keep one up)
Niggas fucked up in the head, you get one up in your head
Feel like i'm one up in my head, niggas like, "what's up in your head?"
Oh, that's just tough luck 'cause he scared? niggas gettin' tucked up in they bed
Oh, you a killer? why you ain't slayed? what's them face tats and them dreads? (what?)
You a pussy boy (pussy), go on hits, but you keep missing
You a rookie, or (rookie) hollows poppin' through your skin
Like some cooking oil (like some cookin' oil), he ain't really with the sin
He a pussy boy (he a pussy), go and let the smokers in
We been looking for it (smoke)

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.