(Yeah, Scheme, you killed it)
Dead broke, sleepin' on the carpet
Ride for my niggas 'til I'm car sick
You feel that hunger with every bar spit
Shootin' stars, takin' off regardless
Young nigga lion-hearted, it's hard to tame you
From where they say, "F*ck you," before they tell you, "Thank you"
Young nigga came from nothin', don't let it change you
Overcame that pain and sufferin', that's what that rain do, uh (ay)
Everybody love me, now I'm rich (I'm rich)
'Cause they all was releasin' cartridges (grrah)
Me, big bro and lil' bro mobbin'
Clap shit up just for McDonald's
We were starvin' (you know that, I ain't lyin')
Essex block, we wit' whatever
Used to clap shit up, rain, sleet or snow
Forget the weather (the weather, ayy)
Ran it up, went right back broke
Gotta get my shit together (gotta get my shit together)
Now I went up eight figures, on a different level
Went against the Devil (G Herbo)
Thirty clips and like four Glocks, we went against whoever (brrah)
Put up niggas in different spots, the clique was like Cruella (Cruella, no bap)
How we ran off all the opps? I did it with all this cheddar
Snuck through cuts to hit they block, hopped out on like Luella (skrrt)
Ayy, how the f*ck I make it this far? Got me feelin' lucky
My niggas ain't get far, man, this shit was ugly
I still got a .40 on me, pussy, try and duck me
I put on like forty homies and they said f*ck me (they said)
But, bitch, still'll poke a nigga like I'm Chucky (like I'm Chucky)
Still'll get my clothes dirty like I'm playin' rugby (you know that)
I be deep up in them trenches, so they still love me (trench baby)
My auntie still feel that glizzy on me when she hug me (every time)
Dead broke, sleepin' on the carpet
Ride for my niggas 'til I'm car sick
You feel that hunger with every bar spit
Shootin' stars, takin' off regardless
Young nigga lion-hearted, it's hard to tame you
From where they say, "F*ck you" before they tell you, "Thank you"
Young nigga came from nothin', don't let it change you
Overcame that pain and sufferin', that's what that rain do, uh
G Herbo - Lionhearted Lyrics
G Herbo - Lionhearted Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
(Yeah, Scheme, you killed it)
Dead broke, sleepin' on the carpet
Ride for my niggas 'til I'm car sick
You feel that hunger with every bar spit
Shootin' stars, takin' off regardless
Young nigga lion-hearted, it's hard to tame you
From where they say, "F*ck you," before they tell you, "Thank you"
Young nigga came from nothin', don't let it change you
Overcame that pain and sufferin', that's what that rain do, uh (ay)
Everybody love me, now I'm rich (I'm rich)
'Cause they all was releasin' cartridges (grrah)
Me, big bro and lil' bro mobbin'
Clap shit up just for McDonald's
We were starvin' (you know that, I ain't lyin')
Essex block, we wit' whatever
Used to clap shit up, rain, sleet or snow
Forget the weather (the weather, ayy)
Ran it up, went right back broke
Gotta get my shit together (gotta get my shit together)
Now I went up eight figures, on a different level
Went against the Devil (G Herbo)
Thirty clips and like four Glocks, we went against whoever (brrah)
Put up niggas in different spots, the clique was like Cruella (Cruella, no bap)
How we ran off all the opps? I did it with all this cheddar
Snuck through cuts to hit they block, hopped out on like Luella (skrrt)
Ayy, how the f*ck I make it this far? Got me feelin' lucky
My niggas ain't get far, man, this shit was ugly
I still got a .40 on me, pussy, try and duck me
I put on like forty homies and they said f*ck me (they said)
But, bitch, still'll poke a nigga like I'm Chucky (like I'm Chucky)
Still'll get my clothes dirty like I'm playin' rugby (you know that)
I be deep up in them trenches, so they still love me (trench baby)
My auntie still feel that glizzy on me when she hug me (every time)
Dead broke, sleepin' on the carpet
Ride for my niggas 'til I'm car sick
You feel that hunger with every bar spit
Shootin' stars, takin' off regardless
Young nigga lion-hearted, it's hard to tame you
From where they say, "F*ck you" before they tell you, "Thank you"
Young nigga came from nothin', don't let it change you
Overcame that pain and sufferin', that's what that rain do, uh
Dead broke, sleepin' on the carpet
Ride for my niggas 'til I'm car sick
You feel that hunger with every bar spit
Shootin' stars, takin' off regardless
Young nigga lion-hearted, it's hard to tame you
From where they say, "F*ck you," before they tell you, "Thank you"
Young nigga came from nothin', don't let it change you
Overcame that pain and sufferin', that's what that rain do, uh (ay)
Everybody love me, now I'm rich (I'm rich)
'Cause they all was releasin' cartridges (grrah)
Me, big bro and lil' bro mobbin'
Clap shit up just for McDonald's
We were starvin' (you know that, I ain't lyin')
Essex block, we wit' whatever
Used to clap shit up, rain, sleet or snow
Forget the weather (the weather, ayy)
Ran it up, went right back broke
Gotta get my shit together (gotta get my shit together)
Now I went up eight figures, on a different level
Went against the Devil (G Herbo)
Thirty clips and like four Glocks, we went against whoever (brrah)
Put up niggas in different spots, the clique was like Cruella (Cruella, no bap)
How we ran off all the opps? I did it with all this cheddar
Snuck through cuts to hit they block, hopped out on like Luella (skrrt)
Ayy, how the f*ck I make it this far? Got me feelin' lucky
My niggas ain't get far, man, this shit was ugly
I still got a .40 on me, pussy, try and duck me
I put on like forty homies and they said f*ck me (they said)
But, bitch, still'll poke a nigga like I'm Chucky (like I'm Chucky)
Still'll get my clothes dirty like I'm playin' rugby (you know that)
I be deep up in them trenches, so they still love me (trench baby)
My auntie still feel that glizzy on me when she hug me (every time)
Dead broke, sleepin' on the carpet
Ride for my niggas 'til I'm car sick
You feel that hunger with every bar spit
Shootin' stars, takin' off regardless
Young nigga lion-hearted, it's hard to tame you
From where they say, "F*ck you" before they tell you, "Thank you"
Young nigga came from nothin', don't let it change you
Overcame that pain and sufferin', that's what that rain do, uh
Writer: Gabriel Guerra, Herbert Wright III, Jason Berge, Taurus Bartlet
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: G Herbo
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Gabriel Guerra, Herbert Wright III, Jason Berge, Taurus Bartlet