G Herbo – Lord Knows Lyrics

[Hook: Joey Bada$$]
I got some problems on me, Lord knows
Came up from the bottoms off my own road
Yesterday I bought myself my own (?)
It had diamonds in the bezel with the rose gold
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Cause you don’t help me with nothins
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’

[Verse 1: G-Herbo + Joey Bada$$]
All I know is this hustlin’
All I know is this strugglin’
All I know, I can’t trust him
If you ain’t with me then fuck ’em
You ain’t gang then fuck ’em
You ain’t see me then fuck ’em
If you ain’t need me to fuck her
You ain’t got no business here
This shit might (?) finna win this year
Ain’t no timeout gotta kill this here
Better watch my mouth when you enter here
And we don’t show no feelin’s here
It’s a whole bunch young niggas lit in here, yeah
Off the real got your bitch in here
Cause a rich nigga bout to put some shit in the air
Bitch we (?) them, we (?) them
You know we smokin’ doison, that fuckin’ doison
Metro Boomin on the track man, it’s fuckin’ golden
Every time I’m up to bat man, I hit a home run
Herb what you told ’em?
And everybody round me holdin’, passin’ drugs out
Everybody round me rollin’ and we thugged out
Now order up 100 Rosies if you from the struggle
Hold up your fuckin’ Rollie and order up a double

[Hook: Joey Bada$$]
I got some problems on me, Lord knows
Came up from the bottoms off my own road
Yesterday I bought myself my own (?)
It had diamonds in the bezel with the rose gold
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Cause you don’t help me with nothins
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’

[Verse 2: G-Herbo]
Got some problems on me Lord knows
Sometimes I need a break but I got more shows
I was fucked on that my Rollie gold
Get an AP when my Rollie old
I was 18 when I hit the road
Fuck around and hit 800 hoes
It’s me, Joey, and Metro Boomin
Me, Joey, and Metro boolin’
Bitches me buckin’ me all on my back
And these bum Balmains be makin’ me bougie
Bitch I only fuck with exclusives
Keep on callin’ me phone, you a nuisance
You ain’t cut in the (?) fuck your two cents
While you hatin’ ass nigga I new sense
Ridin’ down (?) I’m smokin’ and cruisin’
Niggas be bluffin’, they losin’
You don’t know she just suckin’ no condoms
She came (?) finalize me with the juices
Studio full of backwoods cause we boofin’
Drugs on us cause we deal and usin’
Guns on us you still and we shootin’
Lord knows that I didn’t wanna use it
50 bands, 100 bands, all I understand
All that Alexander McQueen got another pair
All that Alexander McQueen all I wanna wear
And my homies keep askin’ for cups of the lean, I don’t wanna share

[Hook: Joey Bada$$]
I got some problems on me, Lord knows
Came up from the bottoms off my own road
Yesterday I bought myself my own (?)
It had diamonds in the bezel with the rose gold
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Cause you don’t help me with nothins
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’
Can’t ask me for nothin’, can’t ask me for nothin’

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