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Glizock. Big Glock. Yeah. Turn that beat up. I was raised by my Grandma, young nigga was bad as hell. Know my mama wasn't around 'cause she did fifteen Years in jail. Used to walk up in the Class, the teacher asking, "What's that smell?" Then she look me in my eyes and tell Me, "Boy, you high as hell." Well, I can't help myself, baby, you know I'm A player. Baby, you know real is real, You can't get this everywhere. Lord forgive me, I be sinning every night, I say my prayers. I go ignant with this Semi, I'ma shoot 'til nothing left. I caught my first charge and I went on A run. Caught my first body, then named me After a gun. Bought my first chopper, Then I went throwing the drum. Yeah, little bitch I'm a don, I'm my mama's Only son, one of one. It ain't nothing but killers and hustlers where I'm From. I just stack my commas, remain humble and Don't crumble. Them young niggas mugging and they Clutching if you mumble. Thugging, hotter than the summer. Got a tre eight, I was in the eighth Grade. Nigga tried to play, I tried to take Off his fade. I didn't play no games, I cut the checks like Spade. Yeah, money what I crave, bitch I'm eating every Day. Yeah. Let the chopper kick, Yeah, yeah, karate. Pull up with the stick, clap, clap, Like parade, yeah. You know I'm a hit, yeah, yeah, I got Aim. All these extended clips, Yeah, yeah, I got flame. Fuck the fame, I want change. Fuck no changes, got some chains. And my ring look like rain, shit I could've Bought a Range. And my wrist hurricane. I work a bitch like a maid. Every day getting paid until I'ma end up gray, Ayy. I count my first hundred K and I Was so amazed. I had no time to play, yeah, I had Plays on play. I was serving J's in my J's, get my Cake, yeah. I went to school late 'cause I Kept that grade A, okay. I was on the road every day to the Bank, yeah. Ain't no limit to this shit, I might go buy a tank, yeah. Pull up smoking Mary Jane, pocket full of francs, Yeah. You niggas too damn lame, I do what you can't, yeah. Gang shit bang, yeah. Thirty clip hang, yeah. Flame like Kane, yeah. Wrist, neck rain, yeah. Umbrella, Wraith, yeah. Rollie date date, yeah. Put it in your face, yeah. Bitch tried to play me, I was like, "No Way." You get up in my way and it'll Be a cold case. I shot my first opp with a revolver, No trace, yeah. Until this very day, I hit my knees and Still pray.