No Passes lyrics by G Herbo
Uh
We don’t even talk
So if it’s set in stone, shit, what you talking for? This shit should be self explanatory
We did that
Uh
I was in the trenches, ducking charges with my mizzat
Speeding on a hit, we wreck the car and we got whiplash
When we was going hard, the house was harboring your bitch ass
And I became a star, I’m like a target with my rich ass
But I shake the streets
Can you take the heat?
Gon’ run straight to me
Have the police tryna question me ’bout putting nigga straight to sleep
I’m already tweakin’
I’m already grieving
It’s to easy to catch a murder, now I need a reason
I get bag for walking out the house, I need a reason
Blow that mag when nigga start talking loud, that’s just the procedure
Draco hit him less than four feet, now he having a seizure
Glizzy flame and hit his brain and now he having amnesia
Nigga yelling out my name and I ain’t even meet ’em
Nigga claiming they don’t know me, I don’t know them either
I was running them streets before you, I don’t even know your people
Before nigga was feasting, pull up ski mask, and eat ’em
I can’t lie, the trenches made me, yuh
I can’t lie, the projects made me yuh
Yuh, I told them stand tall and just don’t say nothin’
You know that I’m here until that case drop
Yuh
We don’t give nigga what
We don’t give nigga passes
Won’t give nigga what
We don’t give nigga passes
We don’t give nigga passes
We don’t give nigga passes
Nigga ain’t gettin’ past us
We don’t give nigga passes
Yeah
Try my best to keep my distance
Saw that flaw and overlooked it
Let it go ’cause you my nigga
I ain’t wanna sell no drugs, but that fast money get addictive
Keep on telling me let it go, but that shit still fuck with my mental
We both know that wasn’t right
In that car, I could’ve died if they would’ve shot on my side
I was thinking ’bout suicide ’cause I ain’t have no more life
Only reason I know he straight ’cause he still pray to Allah
I be questioning, why he do that? ‘Cause he still stuck in the fire
Uh, I ain’t been the same ever since my dawg died
Tryna chase these M’s, but I feel like I lost
I don’t remember the last time I seen Brody cry
He said he want slide ’round there a million times
I can’t tell him nothing, see demons in his eyes
Still be tryna motivate my hood
I want buy the block
And I know they love me on that ‘gram, but hate me in their heart
And I kept my glizzy everywhere, that’s just the way it was
All I did was give ’em love
Nigga never gave me nothing
I can’t lie, the trenches made me, yuh
I can’t lie, the projects made me, yuh
Yuh, I told them stand tall and just don’t say nothin’
You know that I’m here until that case drop
Yuh
We don’t give nigga what
We don’t give nigga passes
Won’t give nigga what
We don’t give nigga passes
We don’t give nigga passes
We don’t give nigga passes
Nigga ain’t gettin’ past us
We don’t give nigga passes
(Dougie on the beat)
Who crowned me Big Swerv? I can’t even bap
My right hand, Skinem (Go)
I don’t even know how it happened, but it happened (Go)
No bap
Herbert Randall Wright III, better known by his stage name G Herbo, is an American rapper.