Songtext End of the tunnel G Herbo

End of the tunnel

We was tryna see the light at the end of the tunnel
So we started shootin' pipes 'cause we was tryna keep our life
So we killin' shit on sight, they thought we was dead wrong
But we ain't tryna be dead, right?
Givin' niggas headstones, we thought we was dead right
Am I gon' let off my chrome to make it home? Damn right
Livin' like some superstars, we goin' hard every night
Doin' a hundred in the fog, all you see is headlights

I ain't got a ball hog, I got shooters and they nice
But I still got the go 'cause I'm the GOAT like Mike
Every day I'm makin' cake, so I made cake tonight
Payin' broski lawyer fees 'cause lil' bro facin' life
We walkin' out the gate and jumpin' in the Rolls, all white
Ain't a rookie to this life, we fuckin' hoes all night
Everything icy bust, my lil' baby with me slick black hair
I'm tryna fuck
Tell her, "Come get in the truck"
Pants sweet, I'm gettin' tucked, really rich, this shit ain't luck
Yeah, my neck a half an M, my left wrist two hundred bucks

Remember when I had the 'Gram, really doin' hand to hand
Seen a nigga top split, and had to pop a half a Xan'Opps know how we get, we just pull up and drop shit
When I was on some block shit
Had that bitch like a locksmith
Before I spit a rap verse, I already let Glock spit

Seventeen, I bought a Rollie, I knew that my clock tickin'
Young nigga independent, I bend a Bentley and dent it
Blew a milli' in the trenches, ain't hit the strip in a minute
And the streets'll pull your card if you don't put your heart in it
I just been the same nigga from the start to the finish

Gang, yeah
You know it get like that, it's way like that
And it's gon' stay like that 'cause we don't play like that
For real (Ah)

I don't even take it personal
I know what this shit come with, I played both ends
I got it out the mud, I wasn't lucky
Wasn't no trust fund, but I gotta make sure I put some in my son shit (I make sure of it)
I had to cut the grass, a lot of snakes was slithering in front of me (Gang)
I made my first hundred, that shit had me in awe, I couldn't believe it (Really)
Then I made my second one and tripled up to make it even (Really)
Still didn't buy no jewelry, still ain't buy no car, I wasn't greedy (Nah)
Still was playing blocks, still was fucking thots 'cause it was easy (Haha)

Then I hit a half a M and had to come to term with the power I invested in myself
I ain't understand the wealth
I ain't understand the cards that I was dealt
I ain't understand that having all this paper get you killed
I had to learn that

Here's an update, I'm on my second chain and third watch
This my second crib, this my fourth car, my third Glock
I'm in the suburbs, I came a long way up off that block
(Long way)
Shit, I was homeless at eleven, don't let 'em tell you what you not

Uh, another update, I'm on my third kid
I was snaked out by the ones I used to love, that hurt the rib
And nonetheless, I turned my shit legit, but still be ducking bids
I'm in this black truck with this chop' beside me 'cause I wanna live

I never let the shit I been through change the nigga that I am today (Never)
I spent my first M but don't got shit to show, 'cause that's just how it played
I'm a hustler and this shit ain't come on time, but it wasn't late
You could plan it, but it really don't even matter if it ain't your fate

Word
Shit really don't even matter
Yeah, it's God's timing
It's not, uh, uh