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Ameer Vann

Glock 19

 

Glock 19

(album: EMMANUEL - 2019)


You don't wanna see me without my medication
I got bottles of pills that keep me from going crazy
I keep smoking and drinking, nigga, I'm still sedated
I try to hold it together, really, I'm slipping lately
Tripping harder than ever, got me hallucinating
I'm in the car with the Devil, chopping and screwed up, baby
I just listen to Bitches Brew and get elevated
I'm getting high, I smoke inside of the elevator
I took all of this acid, got me disintegrating
Now my vision is melting, really, I feel it fading
I'm seeing demons and monsters, really, it's very scary
I know killers and gangster niggas that's in my family
Selling pills and them EBTs just to make it happen
Shit, my mama and Granny packing about that action
Can't be shooting at niggas like I'm movie directing
Catch me rolling with .45, I need the protection

Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back, like that
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that

Niggas blow your brains 'bout that
Put a hole in your baseball cap
Fade to the black, just like that
Talk too much 'til your soul get snatched
Let the top fall back
I'ma change lanes, nigga, just like that
Sitting on blades with the seat way back
V12 sitting in the trunk, way back
You don't gotta listen when they talk, like

Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back, like that
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that

I'ma keep running from the past, foot upon the gas
Blunt guts, weed crumbs, sticking to the dash
No talk, bring me to the cash
Just ate mushrooms, took a couple tabs
I been tripping lately so a nigga might crash
Just spilled drank on my J's like, "Damn"
Nigga, I'm a Barre Baby, make 'em say, "Man"
I don't want a check, put the money in my hand
I don't need to bank when I got a rubberband
Pockets kinda heavy, keep the money in my pants
Heart's still heavy, I been looking for my friends
Everybody leave everybody in the end
I don't feel alone 'cause the drugs are my friends
Just took another, I'll be gone for a ming
Bought by the ounce or the gram, it depends
Nigga, I be floating off the ground, off of this

Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back, like that
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that

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