Doughboy Lyrics – G Herbo

Doughboy Lyrics by G Herbo

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You know I was just lookin’ at some sh#t today, man
I posted on my Instagram, I was like eighteen on the block freestylin’
And I would of never thought that this shit’d ever get me here to this point

But I don’t really know how ’cause a n#gg# did everything and put the work in to get where I’m at now
Where I’m ‘posed to be, you know, so this sh#t was written, for real, man
Now we really rich
Before rich, we was with the sh#ts (Straight up)

With full clips, we could never miss
I spent years in a whip with Chris
I drop tears when I reminisce, but I ain’t Doughboy
I rap gangster like I’m O’Shea

40K a show, sh#t been kinda slow, yet I’m still okay
Crib more lavish, why I never send my lawyer away
Live like I got platinum plaques and I ain’t with my gold today
[Farm a ?] Glizzy in his name, but I still got his throwaway

‘Member I was frustrated, rain, rain, go away
Now I want a hundred ’cause a million ain’t no dough today
Wake up in L.A., I’m like, “Now, how my day gon’ go today?”
Think about your son, he made my angry days go away

If I [?] I just gave a whole show away (Uh-huh)
Soon as you don’t have nowhere to go, God gon’ show a way
Just show some faith, take it like a soldier, even soldiers pray
It’s no coincidence, I’m from the land of the dead

Blood on the pavement, hands on ya head
Some of us won’t make it out, that’s what my mommy said
Nobody saw shots, the block watched his body bled, uh
Mama still cryin’ on the scene, she can’t even leave

Whole hood immune to murder, we can’t even grieve
Ain’t nobody else cryin’ ’cause this the life of a heathen
But his little brother, now, he got a trick up his sleeve
He got a grip on that b#tch, he better ran up on a n#gg#

Got a chip on his shoulder, he ready to stand over a n#gg#
If your bro die in them streets, is you gon’ give him pity?
Or you gon’ make the hood red, you gon’ paint the city?
I’m ready to slide all night, I hope you still with me

We willin’ to get through situations when it get real sticky
I’m ready to make his mama cry, she gon’ have to feel with me
I’m ready to catch his brother lackin’, we gotta kill Ricky
I’m just a product of some sh#t

If you look at the map, we was at the bottom of that b#tch
Kids growin’ up like this, they don’t think there’s a problem with that sh#t
All they know, where I’m from, n#gg#, if you starvin’, hit a lick
Or right robbery, get you rich

But we was hustlin’ on my strip
Ain’t have no big homies, give us nothin’, ain’t have sh#t
Inherited wars, ain’t know how to survive, but we did it
I can tell you stories from the start to the finish

Super savage, we was livin’, n#gg#
Gang sh#t, you know gang sh#t, we damn near started that, man
Seven, nine S’s, block to block
Know we was young n#gg#s that was savage early

Did the impossible sh#t n#gg#s thought we couldn’t do, wouldn’t do
We did it, ten times over, man
But you know that
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G Herbo Lyrics – Doughboy

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Doughboy