Listen, MP3 Download and get the Lyrics to Death Row by G Herbo. The song was produced by CuBeatz, TM88 & DY Krazy.
G Herbo Death Row (prod. Cubeatz, Tm88 & Dy Krazy)
Chicago rapper, G Herbo has officially returned with his brand new and highly personal album PTSD, which features appearances from Juice WRLD, Chance The Rapper, Lil Uzi Vert, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, BJ The Chicago Kid, and more. Yet one of the project’s strongest moments arrives when Herbo stands alone, taking to a slick guitar-driven instrumental heavy on the early-nineties sauce.
“Death Row” is enough to turn any hip-hop fan to Pavlov’s Dog, a historic reference that carries weight even decades removed from its reign. But as is always the case, there are levels here. “I was on Death Row,” raps G Herbo, in his opening bars. “I ain’t ever met Snoop, I ain’t ever met Suge, n***a living like a thug like I’m Pac though.” And therein lies the main thematic crux, the lifestyle that Herbo simultaneous embraces and recognizes as the source of his titular post-traumatic stress disorder.
It’s masochistic, really. “Still gotta slide in my ride, with a fifty drum, city dumb, I can’t have no fun, I got fifty guns,” he declares, boasting a collection that would put John Wick to shame. Still, part of the journey is understanding Herbo’s complex relationship with his environment; he is who is he because of it and all things considered he’s doing alright — at least on the surface. Check out the new song here, and sound off with your thoughts in the comments below.
G Herbo – Death Row (prod. CuBeatz, TM88 & DY Krazy)
Lyrics
[Intro: G Herbo & Future]
Uh (DY Krazy)
I’m in the A right now
I had to get the A vibe real quick, man
On foenem, back with D-Weezy, go
[Chorus]
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug like I’m Pac, though (Thug Life, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though (Blaow)
When them times got hard, I was sellin’ coke (Sellin’ coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Bitch)
[Verse 1]
Herbo really quiet, I get loud ’bout my cheddar tho’ (Uh)
Really was outside on the nine with Berettas, oh
No bap, I ain’t lyin’, I got five on my schedule
So if I text “Outside”, come outside how I tell her (Bitch)
I ain’t regular, I knew she was a vibe when I met her
I rock thousand dollar sweaters, bitches love me like Coachella
Tell her give me some
I respect you don’t address me like I’m anyone (Swear)
Bitch is messy thick, she there, she got her titties done (Titties done)
Oh, she a dime in her city, huh? (Huh)
She like lemon lime with her Henny, huh?
You ain’t choosin’ niggas, you get diamonds from any em’
‘Round the way girl, I can line up with twenty ’em
But that ho so fine, it don’t make me nothin’
Broski tried to smash, she ain’t give him nothin’
Still gotta slide in my ride with a fifty drum
City dumb, I can’t have no fun, I got fifty guns (For real), nigga
[Chorus]
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug like I’m Pac, though
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin’ coke (Sellin’ coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know (That’s what it is)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Let it blow)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule
[Verse 2]
All that dumb shit I did really wasn’t worth it, though (Huh)
Don’t define me by my past, ain’t nobody perfect, though (Ain’t nobody)
I wasn’t thinking ’bout the consequences, it was workin’, though (It was workin’)
I jump head first in the trap, but I had that bitch twerkin’, though (Ayy, ayy)
Who you workin’ for? (Who you workin’ for?) Tell me what you lurkin’ for? (Yeah)
He just gettin’ money, what you gotta murk him for? (Fuck nigga)
Seein’ niggas fakin’, that shit irkin’, though (That shit irkin’)
But I’ma pull up on ’em when it’s perfect, though (Shh)
I can tell you what I’m worth, or you can search it, though
Hands greasy by that chicken like I’m Churches, though (Nigga)
City bad but my block was like the worstest, though (Like the worstest)
I can’t lie I took my Glock inside the church before (No bap)
Summertime like the hood havin’ curses (Havin’ curses)
I ain’t never lied in my verses (Never)
I ain’t never lied when I’m merchin’ it
Couple opps ain’t survive out them surgeries, uh
[Chorus]
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug like I’m Pac, though (I’m Pac, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though (For that Glock, nigga)
When them times got hard, I was sellin’ coke (Uh)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know (Swear)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (G Herbo)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Uh)
