4 Minutes of Hell Part 4 - Lil Herb

I’m from the jungle, lions, apes and gorillas, lions the police

Nigga we the apes and gorillas, go ape and gorilla

Boy don’t turn your face on a killer

Fuck the system, man, we going back to racism, nigga

Look, the department suffer fakeism, nigga

Black police try not to notice, like they ain’t killing niggas or hate killing

niggas

See a million bodies, I done shed a thousand tears

Niggas drink to a thousand niggas, been selling rocks a thousand years

Two time felon nigga, one more like a thousand years

And the average pussy nigga out here ain’t gone ride with his

He gon' switch up, he gon' fold, he ain’t holdin' shit back

He only got a year back and now he can’t forget that

You done sold your fucking soul for 400 days

Niggas got their kid starving for some fucking J’s

Life too short, better not get caught up in your fucking ways

I be feeling like Phil Jackson, all these fucking plays

I’m just riding through my city, getting blazed, in the rain

I been stressing, feel like I’m a couple days from insane

Don’t know what’s got into me, I just been saving the pain

The devil tryna' enter me, I just might let him into me

But I know when he finna' leave that that’s gon' be the end of me

And I won’t let that finish me, cause I got too much energy

I be right back in effect like I just got a injury

Pourin' up that purple happiness, it give me energy

Sip your happiness, forget your problems, that’s the remedy

Sippin' Activis straight out the bottle, shit’s so good to me

I be leanin', I be smoking, poppin' beans then I be rollin'

I been steamin', so we rollin, hop in Beamers and we rollin'

Pull up on your block with glizzies and them beams and we be blowin'

We ain’t shooting for no reason, clear the scene when we blowin'

Then we high, in the sky, tellin' fo’nem 'bout the story

Got a lot of niggas gone that I been knowin' since we was shortys

That alone just made me stronger, got my chrome though I ain’t worried, boy

Posted on that curve, boy, early off the syrup, boy

Chill, if you don’t know me, give a fuck 'bout what you heard, boy

Niggas see me when I fly past like, «There go Herb, boy»

Rappers wanna' know the way that I play with the words, boy

33 up in the clip like I play with that Byrd, boy

And niggas know that Lil Bibby my bro got the shit for the low on the verse, boy

Real nigga shit, we ten year niggas bitch so imagine the numbers for Herb, boy

And we go ham every month on the first, junky walk up and just empty her purse

Don’t work with feelings my money come first

And no, I’m not a hypocrite so therefore, I don’t got to a church

God still with me even though I’m out here doing my dirt

It’s a lot of times when I know I coulda' been threw in a hearse

So I’m dropping 4s in my soda every time I’m doing my verse

Please do not try to act crazy my nigga cause Rugers’ll burst

They ready, they on it, they aiming at niggas, my shooters so thirst

G Herbo my name, so a pussy, I can’t be

I hang with them menaces, free Jays and free Maneski

If it was still slavery I know the mastas' a hang me

Cause I only respect my momma and granny and aunties

I’m just a young nigga, finna' go from the blow

And I’m still in the streets so you know I will take blow for a show

Just let me know, as long as don’t nobody search at the door, cause you know

how we roll

If anyone try to act like they want smoke then the club will be closed

No Limit’s don’t play around, all they know blow

Like they play with they nose and they taking them souls