G Herbo – Locked In (Audio, Lyrics)

G Herbo returns with a new Southside-produced single titled “Locked In”. Read the lyrics, stream, listen, buy, mp3 download.

G Herbo Locked In

Chicago-based rapper G Herbo is back with his new single, “Locked In.” One of his most heartfelt records to date, the track arrives as a tribute to Herbo’s late brother, Gregory Jackson, also known as Lil Greg. Over a staccato beat and with guitar highlights, the 26-year-old rapper spits intense rhymes, introspectively detailing his pain since the death of his brother.
Lil Greg was shot and killed last year at a Chicago-area barbershop. The release of “Locked In” coincides with his birthday. G Herbo starts the song off by saying nothing has been the same since he lost his brother, continuing for over two minutes with thoughts about his setbacks, street life, and more.

The new single comes following G Herbo’s appearance on Saba’s new album, as well as Gunna and Doe Boy’s recent albums.
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G Herbo – Locked In (prod. Southside)

Lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Aye
[Verse]
I was in a slump (I was in a slump)
Ever since I lost my brother, I’ve been getting drunk
Slowly crawling out the hump, shit got me fucked up, mentally
Any nigga play with me, I dump, physically
Everywhere I be we keep a couple Glocks tucked
I ain’t hard to see, I’m in that double R truck
I can’t lie, I got a lot of money, ton of money
Stackin’ money, I don’t walk to money, run to money
Money callin’, bitch I go to money, come to money
Money fallin’, I got Winter money, Summer money
Uh oh, woke up spent a hundo
Still don’t give a fuck though
Clips with hunchos, Glocks with switches, hit a bunch of ’em
Have them killers touch on ’em, like they got a crush on ’em
We get niggas headshots, never put a crutch on ’em
Like the gear, I clutch on it
We couldn’t wait to bust on ’em
Took years, he had luck though but fuck buddy he cutthroat
Me and foenem cut throats
We ain’t waitin’ on no get backs so it’s bronem must go
Run up hittin’, really with that, we make niggas drop poles
Man, shout out to the hoes, we make bitches drop lo’s
And they textin’ lock codes
He a ho, his Glock cold
Finger twitching when I tote, fire itching in my coat
I’mma say it, and I quote: “I can’t wait for gun smoke”
In them trenches, I’m a GOAT
Like my mama fuck goats
I can’t sleep, I stay woke
Solid, I’m forever woke
Dreamin’, like I’m never woke
Got knowledge, I’m forever woke
Setbacks but I got better, though, the realest shit, I never wrote
I’m crazy, but I’m clever though
They came to me, I never spoke
Gang shit, I’m claiming it
Get angry, I’m dangerous
Don’t run, I got range
This shit change me when I’m aiming it
One-twenty in two lanes
Swervo can’t be in no Wrangler
Two-hundred on two chains, when they hang and they tanglin’
I hustle all day, I come from hallways, slangin’ it
You hop out broad day, fuck with you the long way, rectangular
This shit ain’t hard, man, my opps be sitting ducks, dangling
We tint trucks daily
At least ten of us, we keep our fingers twisted up, bangin’
You ain’t on shit, what (What?)
Pussy be cliqued up
Don’t give no fuck, yo’ clique sus (Clique sus)
Don’t put ’em against us
Don’t leave niggas stiff on the fence stuck
Forgive me again for my sins
It’s many men, fall victim of this FN ’cause they friends
‘Cause I need a cleanse (Ayy)
I need a rinse (Yeah)
Blew his fuckin’ brains out, ain’t make no sense, yeah
Throwin’ B’s up, we swarm shit, on Cap
I love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap