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G Herbo – Just A Nigga Lyrics

Just A Nigga By G Herbo

(I want my momma to live in a million dollar home and my sister she still in high school)
(She just got suspended for fighting two white boys they called her a niggas)
(You know we, I thought we got away from this shit going on in the inner city for a better life)
(My first time getting arrested or any encounter with the police and shit was when I was 12 years old so that mean)
(They branded us early on for this shit. It’s kind of designed for failure you know they want us to be labeled as just nigga)

(Again and again)
Still a nigga, just a nigga
Drop straight outta high school like the rest them niggas
So I became a statistic way before I got digits
Ain’t nobody think a million was realistic
I was out trippin on some shit I coulda missed it
Couldn’t imagine life without my moms and lil sister
Still said my goodbyes and hit the streets and start risking it
Again back out throwing rocks at penitentiaries
Again violence been an answer in my city since a kid
Sayin that to explain some of the silly shit I did
But I’m just a nigga what I’m posed to do
Usually the one who hurt you mostly close to you
Reason why they say don’t let nobody close to you
Just some niggas got nobody cept for who we closest to

Jigga said we still nigga, and I’m just a nigga
But we real niggas, so respect a nigga
I’m a restless nigga, getting a check nigga
Balling with my dog I’m like check nigga
And I’m like ballin on yall, spaulding
Foreign all small and I’m tall gotta crawl in
When I got paper thought less of niggas
How you want me to, runnin problems they don’t never solve em
Always want me to, yes I’m balling it’s true
And it’s always over loot
Don’t wanna slain my own kind cuz I’m gon walk in and shoot

Bless a nigga, I’ll stretch a nigga, now it’s less a nigga
Well invested but detectives still wanna arrest a nigga
And it’s tatted in my skin I’m still an Essex nigga
All the shit I did was mostly sins I wasn’t supposed to win
100 bottles floating all endorsed propose the toast again
All the niggas really love me genuine supposed to grin
Security some bitches the promoter got my toasters in
No we at the top I’m like damn
If we had to I’d still do that shit again
Niggas be like me but I’ll never be like them
I was in the trenches no deliverance amen
Ops be on my dick more than my bitches cuz they fans

Let me see who real niggas by a show of hands
Manipulate your soldiers made them violent for a band
You don’t really love em had em wildin for a band
But you got on them new Balenciagas for a band
Love to do each other like we mobbin for the clan
For the white dollar amount and he’ll slime his own man
In interrogations I was patient for the silence of the clan
Even though I know a killer like the silence of the lamb