G Herbo & Southside – Some Nights Lyrics

Some Nights Lyrics by G Herbo & Southside

[Verse]
Scared I wasn’t gon’ make it home some nights
Wondering am I gon’ be a homicide
Kill you quick and find a side
Crazy, guess I get that from my mama side
N—-s beef with us, don’t even come outside
30 in the Glock, I keep that on my side
Ain’t no questioning, my n—a, I’ma ride “Southside”
Out there like some monkey bars, I’ma slide
I know one day I’ma die
Made some millions for my son so I’m aight
And I’m in that Bentley truck that’s parked right outside
I know one I’ma die, but right now I’m alive

Need a purple heart for the s–t that I survived
Better be alert if ever you are not (?)
And I ain’t limiting myself
This s–t, I gotta strive
It look like a light show when I arrive “ChopsquadDJ on the beat, so it’s a banger”
Straight up out the trenches
Had to squeeze that b—h at least one time
Me and all my n—-s
We was young and dumb, I ain’t know how to f—–g listen
So pay attention, hopefully I get to teach you different
All you young n—-s wild ’til you meet the district
He ain’t even get through proccesing, this n—a snitching

Get around a n—a like me and they turn b—–s
He ain’t never did no street s–t, I see through him instantly
Gotta take everything that come with this s–t or you gon’ be like that
Gotta have that bail money, gotta be ready to fight that
Blood ties with my n—-s, I got shot (?)
Mally, he was with me too
But we did dirt on top of that
(?)
Summer Jam in front of 20,000, I wish Roc was there
Seen’t you in there witcho bop, you know I got the top from her
Anyway, that’s off the topic
We talking ’bout them block shootouts and Glocks
So what about the opps?
S–t, what ’bout the opps?
S–t, what ’bout they bops?
What pop out they top?

Gang, you know how we rock
In clubs, am I not?
At shows, am I not?
Iced up, am I not?
Amiri’s with knots
I ain’t hard to find
All you gotta do is (?)
I’m ready when you are
Riding back to back, two blacks
We like the mini bar
Love the shots, keep one up tops
Send them b—–s in any car
Ayy, ayy
And I’m on the E-way like Andretti, my new car
Loaded like I’m ready for armageddon
Boy, I came too far to let a n—a take me out this s–t
Now he a star
N—a make me a block
N—a make me a bar

I’m all in his raps, smoke him and his cigar
I know a n—a so cold, he shoot at the opps (?)
And it’s over, b—h
Our life ain’t worth that p—y boy
Know you been getting played out all yo life, you p—y boy
2Pac told you first, “I ain’t no killer, but don’t push me”, boy
So don’t push me, boy
You know I’m gon’ pull it boy
(?) a bully, I ain’t a bully
I rep that No Limit s–t to the fullest
Hop out in public, I’m thinking ’bout leaving the blick out
I’ma tote my lil’ s–t in a hoodie
Came up from nothing, I still can’t believe I’m legit
Everywhere I go I’m the s–t
(?) like I’m that n—a and since I was six
Ain’t gotta ask a n—a for s–t ’cause I’m f—–g rich
Ain’t nobody give me nothing
Want a handout? Suck a d–k
B—h

[Outro]
Southside