Glxck N Roll

[Intro]
For real though
Long live all my bloodies, free all my bloodies

[Verse 1]
I see you judge me when I'm bad
Tell me when I be right
And when I blink I'm seeing blood
Look, like 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 late at 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 'causе yeah they live for hypе
Oh I'm tryna smoke an opp again, get high man pass the light
Why them niggas never ride for 'em but post 'em, that ain't nice
I was out there fucking with a bag, fuck it I payed the price
I know he ain't going to the moon 'cause buddy scared of heights

[Verse 2]
Pop 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' no 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 'fficient , he seen some shots and he start shaking
I can' 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 up then bounce
Put you to sleep
Sleeping in the apartment with the bricks and Ps
Bope boy for 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 hunnid 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 'em but post 'em, that ain't nice
I was out there fucking with a bag, fuck it I payed the price
I know he ain't going to the moon 'cause buddy scared of heights

[Verse 3]
Let's break all of he rules, don't snitch the only rule
It's like these niggas pay to lose, cuz shit they always make the news
When I had foreigns on that lot, I had a thirty shot
I make bands (?) bronem slaughter thoughts
How the opps slide through, and droppin' sticks? That shit wack
When I was shooting so hot, I had me 50 in my bag
You know I ain't gonna tell you shit, so why the fuck you even ask
Got me drinking all this mud like I'm tryna pass (Mud)
Whole 'lotta fuckin' shots up, thought it's a mess (For real)
Can't see the future, bitch we had no mask (For real)
Grind [?], 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 morning star