20 of the Best Lyrics From G Herbo’s ‘Humble Beast’ Album

"Honor Hov, study Kiss, I fuck with Meek/Street nigga like me, shit I be like fuck the streets ain't got no love for me/Took everybody I love from me, ain't never did none for me/200K I can make in a day, still gotta keep a gun with me/Know I'm on point if they run up on me
Man that shit ain't no fun for me"

"You satisfied with thousands you a cheap nigga/Satisfied living off his guys, that's a leech nigga/Heard he set his goals off satisfaction, yeah that's me nigga/If he satisfied with clothes and hoes that's a weak nigga/I'm just a street nigga, I'm an extraordinary thinker/I'm a three percenter/I'm like a prophet, I know magic, I could speak a picture"

"I just might kill me a nigga off Hennessy/I think I might be too real for the industry/And when I die, I just hope they remember me/I was the flyest lil' nigga in class, I was the one who stood out in assembly's/I seen my niggas die before my eyes, so I'm the last nigga to show you some sympathy/Cock my shit back, blow it ’til it's empty/And I commit murder if you would tempt me"

"Now I just walked in the car lot holding my pink slips, rocking Givenchy/If I had my life on the line, I'd take the shot but I'm not a Nowitzski/Shot real hot like a shot of the whiskey, if I'm not ducking, how could you miss me?/Glued to the blicky, keep my shit with me/I get the back end, still I get back, in the back of the truck if the club try to frisk me"

"I'm on a mission, I'm always busy, counting up Benjis/Tryin' get some more some more bread/Look at my cars right now, I got for-show bread/Lil nigga, Lindsay, he got the low hand/I put the work in like I got four hands/And I got love for a few, respect for a couple niggas/But ain't no fear in my heart for no man"

"Everything on you phony/Niggas lie ’bout everything, put it on they homies/Hating ass nigga, you want everything on me/Swervo saucy, everything got double G's, don't it/Italian beef with everything, extra cheese on it/I done iced out everything, them VV'S on it/I done tried everything, except coke and dope/I done fired everything, .40's blow the most" - G Herbo

"I been fucking on your bitch since I was 17/Even though my Glock hold 30, this a 17/Chop it, whole thing from the Medellín/My old gun, that shit was dirty, but I kept it clean/Mask off, remember me/Extra button, on the back, ’cause my uzi a lemon squeeze/Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, swag, swag, swag, that's my disease" - Lil Uzi Vert

"On her gram she so happy, call her cutie pie/She do dat to hide her cold heart cause she blue inside/Pull up in a new G-Wags, got blue body paste so rue inside/And my project bitch got her seat belt off, told her lil deuce deuce in da ride/Can’t trust nair one bipolar hoe, fuck around tell the truth in a lie/Down south lil' bitch, 5-foot, 2 real thick, white and gold lil' tooth onna side" - G Herbo

"Growin' up it wasn't no joke, ’member all we had was hope/Nigga' all we did was soap, no detergent, wasn't no soap/I caught on to my environment, had to, I had to grow/Thought she asked if could seef, but she really want some smoke/I've been stepped on, pushed over, pissed at/Shot, I've been bitch slapped/Only by the police with my hands cuffed, I've been spit at"

"I looked the devil right in the eyes, seen some ofs my niggas' die/Can't get caught at the light, I wrote that song and I cried/I ain't emotional, you know me, that's another joint for Kobe/Smokin' 50 grams of OG, 420 just for brody/I'ma wish you happy b-day, tell the world to smoke the dodi/Live like everyday our birthday, Dolce, Louie, 'Saci, Balmain"

"Stuck on probation on and off since thirteen, been in and out/Soon as he turned seventeen, shit got super wild/Still a juvenile, he just totin' Rugers now/He shootin' now, streets got him, Malcolm ruthless now/Mom still gettin' higher than a motherfucker/Malcolm used to cry at night, shit a motherfucker/Ask hisself why every time he lie at night/Sometimes he even pray to God and wish he die at night"

"The saddest thing about life it keep revolving/Same story, different niggas, same apartments/Same gutter, same group of people starving/Malcolm could've stayed in school and got a job though/But this was all that Malcolm knew, he from Chicago/Compare and contrast if Malcolm's from a rich town/His whole life was planned out since he was six pounds"

"I'm getting better, never second, I can't let up shit dead/They couldn't hear me, I was snoozin' when I used to sip red/I was flexin' everyday and ran through my little bread/You know young nigga never had it, do what I want, now I got it/But that don't define you as man, what you gone do without it?/Know you ain't got a dime, now, what you gone do about it?/Whole family from the slums, how you finna move 'em out it" - G Herbo

"Remember days, baggin' up on my mama's dinner plates/I'm sorry, but I'm starvin' and my mama's rent is late/And I gotta chase this bread, fuck what a hater said/Mad ’cause we poppin', look how they watch us, like they the feds/They comin', they comin', just know I sleep with that K in bed/The clip hangin' outta that bitch, as long as a baby's leg" - Bump J

"'Nother day I'm not in school, just to post up with my tool again/And I'm tryna blend, but they still think I'm a hooligan/Now I'm getting dividends, all about them Benjamin's/Feds in the islands, Gilligans, Phillipines/Free my niggas in the pen, I just spoke to Gill again/Told him I'm a heat up and I sent him somethin' to chill again" - G Herbo

"And I just might pull up in that new Merseen, I used to post up like Hakeem/Herbo like Magic, I told him to pass it, I come with the hook like Kareem/You fuckin' with bosses, I can't take no losses/If you double cross me you better be cautious/I'm going crazy, I think I done lost it/Talkin' ’bout money then step in my office" - Lil Bibby

"Couple niggas killas on them prison yards with it/Shooting hammers in them cars with a broad in it/What you thought she was gon' do for ya?/Not time or support, nigga, she ain't waiting two for ya/She ain't come through on the books with the loot for ya/You go to trial, she won't even buy a suit for ya/Win or lose on that verdict, it's the finals, nigga/Pick a bitch, ’cause that jury ain't gon' root for ya"

"Curry on my hip, get hit out your lip/Filled with hollow tips, Deserts off the rip/Glizzy got my hands all sweaty off the grip/Fingertips sticky, I just rolled up a zip/Boulders and shit, I was like 12/Cous' told me you a learn more the older you get/Soldiers and shit/I was in the field, that's the reason I be rapping all soulful and shit"

"I was born in the slums through the drugs and the bums/Lookin' up to thugs with the guns/Why they want for us to settle every first of the month all the way until you tired of the crumbs/Kids getting up for school they ain't setting no alarms they wake up to the sound of the drums/And respect don't go too long nowadays, man a nigga run a hood with a gun"

"My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies/But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby/He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati/Everybody in the race, I'm tryna cop Bugattis/Lost my stash the other year, but ain't nobody rob me/We'll come shoot up the party, ain't no Lodi Dodi/I got niggas calling my phone from the federales/Told me niggas breaking bad, ain't sent him 20 dollars"