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Chicago rapper Lil Herb, commonly referred to as G Herbo, released official visuals for his “Fight Or Flight” remix record directed by Verluxe and Will Gates, featuring Common and Chance The Rapper. The trio give a real life view through the streets of Chicago, playing off the imagery media portrays with a dope perspective and heavy bars. See lyrics below.

Herb’s debut effort, Welcome To Fazoland, is available for stream and download here, word to FakeShoreDrive. Look for Herb’s new project, Ballin’ Like I’m Kobe, to impact soon.

Much love to my fellow Chicagoans Lil Herb, Common and Chance the Rapper for this dope record.

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Lyrics to Fight Or Flight

This song go out to anybody who lost one of they homies man

You ever lost somebody

That felt like you was in this shit by yourself

But you gotta fight man

It’s hard

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]

My momma used to say, “Never quit, baby that just don’t exist!”

And just cause she’ll suck ya dick, don’t mean you could trust the bitch!

I’m just giving you the real

Cause I don’t come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills

I’m from where mothers don’t care and babies get killed

Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill

And it’s hard for a young, black nigga like myself

Where the police compare oneself with everybody else

So that means if you yourself they think you’re everybody else

So I don’t care ’bout no one else

Just my family and myself

Yeah, that’s just my way of thinkin’

In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck

About me, you, or nobody else

And it’s cool

I’m still livin’ over East

We still chillin’, sippin’ lean

Smokin’ swishas, stackin’ hunnits to the ceilin’

We still winnin’

We just fightin’ to survive

It’s a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side

They used to say…

[Hook:]

Never quit, never give in

Hey, don’t you quit

Never give in

[Verse 2: Common]

Rings and watches, kings deposites

Chains that seemed preposterous

Gettin’ paper never seemed monotonous

Time is money, the streets is watchin’ like a scene from Clockers

Fiends is nauseous, chicken wings they gossip

Niggas wings is tied up in dreams and product

The block gets hotter when the streets is dried up

We react like shottas when niggas is fired up

On some James Brown shit, I’mma take you higher

To stay live niggas still livin’ like The Wire

A tight rope so they steppin’ on that white dope

I ride with my niggas cause that’s the cycle

Suppliers, buyers, leaning like they biased

This is circus, niggas and broads wearin’ wires

The eye of the tiger in my iris

Eyes on the prize, I’m a fighter

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]

Me and my pops shared the same home phone number

Called us “single parent home”, sorry, wrong number

I did my push ups, and my homework, and my house work

And my dirt, talk back until my mouth hurt

Daddy furious, Trey hopped in the car though, close the car door

Wonderin’ why our father God couldn’t spare Rod for

Spoiler alert, Trey get out the car and walk home with his heart broke

My poppa love me, ops left me

Stains fed me, and they dressed me

Come home freshly dressed and he addressed me

And he pressed me

Called me a thief, called me a boy, called me a coward

At least he ain’t call me from county with an hour worth of advice from my 5 day

Why Doughboy couldn’t have the same pops that he had on Friday?

I’d rather be a real man than a real nigga, real talk

[Hook:]

[Verse 4: Lil Herb]

I’ve seen mommas treat their daughters like the scum of the Earth

Snake niggas put their homies since they was young on a shirt

It’s your life well, tell me what it’s worth

Cause when you come across that death you don’t get another birth

You better live it up

Haters want me dead, they better work, I ain’t gonna give it up

Fuck around get hit with every one like you ain’t feel enough

Pussy niggas gotta feel the drugs before they start feelin’ tough

In the streets I’m tryna feel the love but I ain’t feelin’ nothin’

I love my squad, I love the hustle

I love success cause I’m from the struggle

I used to think that I could go back what I used to do

Now I cry less and less at all my homie’s funerals

It’s hard but it’s gonna get harder and harder

Why momma always tell me just be smart and keep your guard up

I said to myself: check your back, put your squad up

Bibby tell me how to keep your head above water

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