Glxck N Roll

Lyrics

[Intro] For real though Long live all my bloodies, free all my bloodies (Stop it, Tilla) [Verse 1] I see you judge me when I'm bad Tell me when I be right And when I blink I'm seein' blood Lord, could you clear my sight Oh, don't you walk without that pole Leave you fighting for your life Ma' say, "You'll never find your home" I was out, day to night [Chorus] And if they ever drop a bag, promise we double price They say, "You never 'round no more", gang, do you see my life? They say, "You always stuck to code, like fiends they stuck to pipe" Why I can't call all these niggas bros 'cause, yeah, thеy live for hype Oh, I'm tryna smoke an opp again, gеt high, man, pass the light Why them niggas never ride for him? But post him, that ain't nice I was out there fuckin' with a bag, fuck it up, pay the price I know he ain't going to the moon 'cause buddy scared of heights [Verse 2] Help out a boy, get busy for a nigga, yeah, that's what I like I told my brother come back with a hat, we leavin' all devices Certified, we real deal takers I ain't lackin', we got chips like we Lakers We ever hit the store, I spend the savings We ever hit the boy, he ain't gon' make it Told you not to leave this ride Boy efficient, he seen some shots and he start shakin' I can't fuck with you, with all these racks, get hard to trust niggas Through all this pain, still havin' fun with it Act a fool, I be on dumb business They ain't warn you, get caught out of the bounds Put you to sleep Slept in the apartments with them bricks and P's Dope boy fo' sho' could get you what you need Why these bitches only like killers? That shit don't come with peace I still came with piece, and she still came for me This is Gallery on the pants, seventeen-hundred for these Lil' bloody ain't Jamaican but he shottas [Chorus] And if they ever drop a bag, promise we double price They say, "You never 'round no more", gang, do you see my life? They say, "You always stuck to code, like fiends they stuck to pipe" Why I can't call all these niggas bros 'cause, yeah, they live for hype Oh, I'm tryna smoke an opp again, get high, man, pass the light Why them niggas never ride for him? But post him, that ain't nice I was out there fuckin' with a bag, fuck it up, pay the price I know he ain't going to the moon 'cause buddy scared of heights [Verse 3] Let's break all of the rules, don't snitch, the only rule It's like these niggas pay to lose 'cause shit they always make the news And I had foreigns on that block, I had a thirty shot I make bands on plastic cases, bronem slaughter thots How the opps slide through, and droppin' sticks? That shit whack When I was shootin' so hot, I had me fifty in my bag You know I ain't gon' tell you shit, so why the fuck you even ask? Got me drinkin' all this mud like I'm tryna pass (Mud) Whole 'lotta fuckin' shots, thought it's a mess (For real) Can't see the future, bitch, we had no mask (For real) Grab the X, I'm tryna geek with my partners, huh, yeah The ticket like I hit the lotto, I be out of there Whole 'lotta fake niggas up in my ear God don't take my blessings from me, hope it be a better year Always woke up to some bad news, I ain't a morning guy I swear I done seen the devil, Lucifer Morningstar