Coming in with strings reminiscent of India, the beat for “Remember” is a willing sacrifice for G Herbo to murder. Herb pops off bar after bar with confidence leaving you thinking, “fuck a chorus.”
There’s No End to Dead Friends
Herbo is a fucking veteran. When he talks about the people who aren’t here anymore, it’s not one name. Man has a story that breaks the heart to hear. Life isn’t fair, and it’s cruelest to the strongest men.
“Way we grew up, all we knew was violence”
Drill goes for those that know. This track is another perfect addition to the always growing G Herbo discography. “2012, we were strapped, used to play with them bitches like violins,” Herbo spits, the sound of a grimace so habitual it’s unquestioned.
G Herbo spits. He always has and he always will. If you’re down to listen to shit made from people that were in the trenches, this is it.
“Gotta move on, I be on my way, I’ma miss you, kid“
No matter what happened, G Herbo kept kicking. He doesn’t slow down, he just keeps going. Catch his PTSD tour to celebrate the closing and opening of decades. Still Swervin was one of the best album drops this year. If you don’t know about him, catch up.
