ROTTEN lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo]
Yeah, come on
Yeah (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)

[Chorus: G Herbo]
No time to decide, is you ready or not?
You gotta give this sh*t all you got
Dove in that water, and it got hot
Them youngins ain't never gon' stop, they plottin'
Everybody died, then got forgotten
No sun shinin', that b*tch rotten
Everybody afraid of karma, that b*tch watchin'
Only real justice is karma, that b*tch toxic
Like when he had my bro lo', we got his lo' and hit his gangway wavin' a rocket (Grrah)
f*ck an opper, we do 'em proper (You know that)
When them n*ggas had Smith & Wessons, we was hoppin' out with choppers (You know that)

[Verse: G Herbo]
Over East, we give out toe-tags
Switch the V out, we got four flats
Used to post up and get no money
Now I don't pop-out if it ain't no check
Real street n*gga, that ain't no flex
Chains four-hunnid, plus a Rolex
I'm the man now, it was man down
Caught his ho ass past Colfax
Felt trauma when I was a child
And I'm still feelin' sh*t right now
I be on the road, fans goin' wild
Ask how I'm dealin' with it right now
Gettin' blunted in a foreign, ridin' 'round
I don't even got no feelings right now (Can't feel my face)
Devil f*ckin' with a n*gga all the time, f*ck n*gga, I'm just chillin' right now
Heart achin', I should be healin' right now
Boy, I'm finna make another killin' right now (Whew)
Ain't no distractions bringin' me down
I'm stackin' money to the ceilin' right now
I ran up a million so many times, I'm thinkin', "What if I was drillin' right now?"
You know me and mine put this sh*t on the line
If you wanna shine and get on your grind, n*gga
[Chorus: G Herbo]
No time to decide, is you ready or not?
You gotta give this sh*t all you got
Dove in that water, and it got hot
Them youngins ain't never gon' stop, they plottin'
Everybody died, then got forgotten
No sun shinin', that b*tch rotten
Everybody afraid of karma, that b*tch watchin'
Only real justice is karma, that b*tch toxic
Like when he had my bro lo', we got his lo' and hit his gangway wavin' a rocket (Grrah)
f*ck an opper, we do 'em proper (You know that)
When them n*ggas had Smith & Wessons, we was hoppin' out with choppers (You know that)