Glass In The Face

(albüm: PTSD - 2020)

Where I come from niggas greasy (Grimey)
You deceived me (Damn)
I got rich, I motivate my niggas like I'm Jeezy
I could leave the house, get caught without my gun, easy
Honestly, I know nobody but my son need me
I went broke to see you eat, I know you don't believe me
Just be patient with me, bae
I know you wanna leave me
Took my heart from off my sleeve, replaced it with some freezy
Knee deep in them trenches, toting forty glocks with Deezy
Walking through the valley of the shadow
All these niggas shallow (Pussy)
I'm with apes these niggas snakes & shit
I see they rattles
Niggas singing like A boogie
Man I hear they high notes
Hit my niggas out in high bridge
If they wanna battle
You ain't really living like that pussy why you lie for?
Eye for eye, so the same shit I cry over, I die for
Make you famous if we pull ya name sum like a raffle
How you trust her? Adam told us she gone bite the apple

Glass in the face
Rolex fuckin up my eyesight
I'll make your ass look away
Fuck it, if you put a bag on my head
I'll put a bag on your face
Baby you ain't gotta take a cab, nah
I'll put yo ass in the Wraith
I don't wanna go in the club
If they ain't letting me in with the ratchet
I can never even trust again
Cause I know niggas is nasty
You know my jacket is Balmain
And I got the denim to match it
I swear, I don't wanna be broke again
Now I can only imagine

I remember I (I)
I ain't have no money standing on the block and I remember why (Why)
Nigga wasn't really tryna make no money, I was chasing homicide
If one of my niggas die, none of your's can't come outside
I ain't really thinking like that no more, I listen now
It's a million or more in my vision now
Got a big ass crib out in Bel Aire hills
Errbody' get a plate in my kitchen now
I been setting up plays for a whole lot of m's
Did the same last year and I'm richer now
Last time I seen bro had a bussdown Patek
Now he got a chandelier for a Richard now
N' my car go whew like a whistler
Pop out 10 chains on like a prisoner
And I could've been a statistic
Now I could teach a young nigga bout business
Speaking of business please do not be no witness (Mind it)
No we don't leave no witness (Find em)
How the fuck is it hard to find a nigga like me? (I'm not hiding)

Glass in the face
Rolex fuckin up my eyesight
I'll make your ass look away
Fuck it, if you put a bag on my head
I'll put a bag on your face
Baby you ain't gotta take a cab, nah
I'll put yo ass in the Wraith
I don't wanna go in the club
If they ain't letting me in with the ratchet
I can never even trust again
Cause I know niggas is nasty
You know my jacket is Balmain
And I got the denim to match it
I swear, I don't wanna be broke again
Now I can only imagine