Polo G, G Herbo - Gangsta Graduation (feat. G Herbo)

Damn, where them painkillers at? (AR, you big, don't they give a fuck?) Made and masked in blood, did shit, just because Now he ain't got some bodies under his belt, that's where is weapon was This shit ain't no gang, but he was playing life to death with thugs Was a courtroom man, but turned a lil' boy again when he met the judge I bossed up, lil' bro with the killers, see 30 Ms, I'm big Cap' I graduated from Gangsta School, now I ride back like I ain't with that It don't need to matter if it takes some years, but still I'd get my getback It's both ties when death a bill, real killers, they got gift-wrapped Send a nigga soul on vacation, we was lured to ignorance Standin' in the street, blood under my feet, I'm still stuck with them images In down the same sewer drains with my remorse, where feelings went But once again I graduated, and every course was vigorous Know I'm a God, but I know the most high still up above me Got a big heart, but I got a another size, so please don't judge me Told for my L just like a thousand times, the streets not for me I was in denial, so I started actin' blind when shit got ugly I was in the hot seat with my buddies, we'll pull up on shit like Huggy Lil Grouch', I'm with him, we'll chug, since 2014 his shit got bloody And that's like the 11 years, when you hold your grudge, it needs to be studied Found driven for shedding tears, but still got love, locked in with cuddy Made and masked in blood, did shit, just because Now he ain't got some bodies under his belt, that's where is weapon was This shit ain't no gang, but he was playing life to death with thugs Was a courtroom man, but turned a lil' boy again when he met the judge I bossed up, lil' bro with the killers, see 30 Ms, I'm big Cap' I graduated from Gangsta School, now I ride back like I ain't with that It don't need to matter if it takes some years, but still I'd get my getback It's both ties when death a bill, real killers, they got gift-wrapped (ay) G Herbo, I'm from NoLimit, I'm the fucking great Drakes with switches, let's play ball, we gon' make it, take it Beat the streets with flying colors, niggas feel a way 12 years ago, I was mashed up on a drill a day 11 years ago, I was fucked up off the rip, was late Ten years ago, I bossed up, now my momma straight Nine years ago, I bought a Condo in LA Eight years ago, I was told my F.N. caught a case Seven years ago, I had my first baby, shit crazy Six years ago, I relapsed right back, sippin' lazy Five years ago, lost lil' bro with the war Four years ago, told all the killers, "Don't fleet, 'til he up the score" Three years ago, I was ridin' a Rolls-Royce toppin' on they 'em like Shaw Two years ago, I ran through 20 mill', now I want some more Just a year ago, I was back in the draw bargain, hit it off For all the tears I cried, I'd draw some blood, this shit taste like water Made and masked in blood, did shit, just because Now he ain't got some bodies under his belt, that's where is weapon was This shit ain't no gang, but he was playing life to death with thugs Was a courtroom man, but turned a lil' boy again when he met the judge I bossed up, lil' bro with the killers, see 30 Ms, I'm big Cap' I graduated from Gangsta School, now I ride back like I ain't with that It don't need to matter if it takes some years, but still I'd get my getback It's both ties when death a bill, real killers, they got gift-wrapped