Four Minutes of Hell, Pt. 4

Gang!
 Y'all ain't heard that in a minute
 Huh?
 I said I wasn't gonna do no more 4 Minutes Of Hell's, man
 This gotta be it, though
 This the last one
 I'm from the jungle, lions, apes and gorillas
 Lions the police, nigga we the apes and gorillas
 Go ape and gorilla
 Boy, don't turn your face on a killer
 Fuck the system, man, we going back to racism, nigga
 Look, the department suffer fake-ism, nigga
 Black police try not to notice
 Like they ain't killing niggas and hate killing niggas
 Seen a million bodies, I done shed a thousand tears
 Niggas just turn thousandaires, been selling rocks a thousand years
 Two time felon nigga, one more like a thousand years
 And the average pussy nigga out here ain't gone ride with his
 He gon' switch up, he gon' fold, he ain't holdin' shit back
 He only got a year back and now he can't forget that
 You done sold your fucking soul for 400 days
 Niggas got their kid starving for some fucking J's
 Life too short, better not get caught up in your fucking ways
 I be feeling like Phil Jackson, all these fucking plays
 I'm just riding through my city, getting blazed, in the rain
 I been stressing, feel like I'm a couple days from insane
 Don't know what's got into me, I just been saving the pain
 The devil tryna' enter me, I just might let him into me
 But I know when he finna' leave that that's gon' be the end of me
 And I won't let that finish me, 'cause I got too much energy
 I be right back in effect like I just got a injury
 Pourin' up that purple happiness, it give me energy
 Sip your happiness, forget your problems, that's the remedy
 Sippin' Activis straight out the bottle, shit's so good to me
 I be leanin', I be smoking, poppin' beans then I be rollin'
 Hop in steamers and we rollin, hop in Beamers and we rollin'
 Pull up on your block with glizzies and them beams and we be blowin'
 We ain't shooting for no reason, clear the scene when we blowin'
 Then we high, in the sky, tellin' fo'nem 'bout the story
 Got a lot of niggas gone that I been knowin' since we was shorties
 That alone just made me stronger
 Got my chrome though I ain't worried, boy
 Posted on that curb, boy, early off the syrup, boy
 Chill, if you don't know me, give a fuck 'bout what you heard, boy
 Niggas see me when I fly past like, "There go Herb, boy!"
 Rappers wanna know the way that I play with the words, boy
 33 up in the clip like I play with that Bird, boy
 And niggas know that Lil Bibby my bro
 Got the shit for the low on the birds, boy
 Real nigga shit, we ten year niggas, bitch
 So imagine the numbers for Herb, boy
 And we go ham every month on the first
 Junky walk up and just empty her purse
 Don't work with feelings, my money come first
 And no, I'm not a hypocrite so therefore, I don't go to a church
 God still with me even though I'm out here doing my dirt
 It's a lot of times when I know I coulda been threw in a hearse
 So I'm dropping fours in my soda every time I'm through with a verse
 Please do not try to act crazy my nigga cause rugers'll burst
 They ready, they on it, they aiming at niggas, my shooters so thirst
 G Herbo my name, so a pussy, I can't be
 I hang with them menaces, free Jamaes and free Maneski
 If it was still slavery, I know the mastas' a hang me
 'Cause I only respect my momma and granny in 80's
 I'm just a young nigga, from the 'go finna blow
 And I'm still in the streets, so you know I will take blow for a show
 Just let me know
 As long as don't nobody search at the door, 'cause you know how we roll
 If anyone try to act like they want smoke
 Then the club will be closed
 No Limit's don't play around, all they know blow
 Like they play with they nose
 And they taking them souls
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, go crazy, go crazy, JT
 Hey, y'all don't know who that is
 Don't leave me thinking
 Y'all don't know who that is
 Hey, I'm KMFJ
 KJ, y'all don't know who he is
 Come on, man, show them off
 Come on, shit man
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, man, stay gaming, free to gas
 Fuck off, man, stay gaming
 Fuck, fuck, man, stay gaming
 Hey, I'm just a fly
 That's all right, man
 You know who I am, bitch
 Yeah, ain't shit, man
 Y'all already know, man
 Bro, that would be all real soon
 Man, ain't shit
 Little phone up, man
 Free Tate, T-Slick
 Gang