At The Light - Lil Herb

Oh, my God, who’s this?

And that’s only the intro

(Canon)

The wait is finally over

(Squad)

The only one close to Island Kennet

Look in the face, my man

(I lost so many nigga man)

Some dead, some in jail

Got to get this money

No bullshit

So much money keep coming, I get it like what am I gon' do with that?!

Got choppers and clips on the hundred, now what am I gon' do with that?

Wonder who am I gon' shoot with that?

Riding through the 8 block & the ruger clap

Call up J-Dot broad day face shot

Hollos make his face drop Knock his noodles back

Now, how true is that?

Yea, my niggas is doing that

All black, let’s go do a hit

Hoodie on they, like who is that?

We at war, we got stupid shit talking

50 shot macks with the cooling kit

Fazoland where I’m cooling at

Bodies drop, I don’t got nothing to do with that And man, it’s crazy,

that I ain’t even made it

And these niggas hate me

And I’m patient cause I’m still at first place

But I ain’t even racing

I’m just sprinting to hundreds and fifties and beamers and Bentleys

Gas with me, if you want it, come get me, I’m new with that semi

Don’t come near me, cause I act a fool with that semi

And that new tray 8 with the whole pint of drink and a two Lemis Hemy

Get on right on my lap, yeah, so I’m cool in this Hemy

And when I stop at the light

I make sure I am tight on that pipe

(I know niggas out for my life, gotta look to my left and my right)

(I be damned if get left at the light)

(Summertime, I remember them nice)

(I know niggas out for my life, gotta look to my left and my right)

(I be damned if get left at the light)

(Summertime, I remember them nice)

Me and Coby off act with the sprite

He just left cause they took his life

Wish the lord, would of just let him fight

But don’t trip, man, it’s gon' be aight

Cause I got lil' niggas tryna earn stripes

I can write them a check for your life

They might walk up and check you tonight

Before you sneeze, we gon' bless you tonight

Masked up, broski, let’s do it right

Catch a crowd, bring them choppers out

Ain’t no shoot after cops

Naw I’m hopping out

Yeah, smash on sight

Fuck the cop, we gon' pop it out

And we stay in the field, blocks busting I’m popping out, No Limit what’s

popping now

City love me its nothing else to talk about, they was all on my bumper now Call

Mick like what they talking about

If they ain’t talking them M’s ain’t nothing else to talk about

Wait until my tape drop watch the labels start stalker now

Hook