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[Intro]
Let the band play
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah yeah, skrrt

[Verse 1]
Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors (Butterfly doors)
I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (Let my diamonds show)
What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Miny moe)
I pull up, all the kids screamin’, “Whoa” (Whoa)
They eyes poppin’, jaws droppin’, lookin’ like they saw a ghost
Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga ’nem on go
Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros
Yeah, you know I’ma get it, get it in, go get some more

[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah (Yeah)
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh (Yeah)
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop

[Verse 2]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock, yeah
Gettin’ throat from a thot, yeah, ridin’ ’round dodgin’ cop cars
Money long, I came far, life short, keep my AR
Don’t drink but I slang dark, no we ain’t the same, my boy
Playin’ in the foreign truck, AMG Benz Tonka toy
All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil’ bitty boys
Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I’m rich, of course
Ballin’, better check the score, I’m the on these hoes adore

[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop

[Outro]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock
Nah, bitch, that’s Glock, nah, bitch, that’s Glock

[Verse 1]
Black days
No headlights on the freeway
F*** everything and run, run, run
It’s just a shot away
So blurry
Why is everybody worried?
‘Cause I’m just having fun, fun, fun
There’s nothin’ wrong with me (Ayo)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night (For a night)
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life

[Verse 2]
Dreamer
Or maybe I’m a make-believer
Or a fighter in the stone cold war
Against the colour grey
It gets heavy
Tryna take it slow and steady
Oh, I can’t use your quick fix, a hit
There’s nothin’ wrong with me (Ayo)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)

[Bridge]
Naked and unafraid
Washin’ it all away
Come pick me up
(Oh, what you waiting for?)
Burnin’ another day
Wasted and feeling great
Come get me now
(Oh, what you waiting for?)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)

[Outro]
La-da, da-da, la-da
It’s a hell of a life
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da (Ayo)
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

[Intro]
Glock
Big Glock
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy
Glizzock, the fuck?

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 1]
Carbon on me, yeah (One-five), choppers over here (Yeah)
Ice my neck and ear (Ice), yeah, my shit is clear (VS)
Flexin’ with no gym (Flexin’), I’m ballin’, broke the rim (Ball)
I can’t show no simp (No), never been a wimp
Big rings like a pimp (Pimp), all this money make me limp (Yeah)
I got all this drip, you niggas ain’t nothin’ but shrimp, yeah (Shrimp)
Pour it then I sip, now I’m higher than a blimp, yeah (Mud)
Roll another spliff, fire it up and take a hit, yeah (Hah)
Bust down my Rollie and I went and bought somethin’ fast
And I keep my rocket on me, yeah, you know that I’ma blast
Now I don’t mean to brag but I got a big bag (I do)
If a nigga make me mad, get to clappin’ like congrats

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 2]
Young niggas on go, got ’em goin’ loco (Crazy, brazy)
In my Benz with your ho, and we chillin’ smokin’ dope (Your lady)
Then she say your boy is dope, had to give that bitch a dose (Smash)
Knock her down like dominos, hit her and tell her, “Vamanos,” ho
Let’s go, bitch gotta roll (Gone)
Sticks at my shows, Gucci kicks, what are those?
Foreign shit on my toes, designered down to the floor
Hundreds got my pockets swole, forty on me, yeah you know (Glock)

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

It’s been seven long years fighting for your attention
Manipulated by fear and misdirection
Wrapped in your ugly chains, swore you’d rise me to heaven
Brought me nothing but pain, was that your intention?

Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you
Yes, it’s me
What you doing?
Did you think you would see me ruined?
After all the shit that I’ve been through

I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Gonna see your mistake, let it out in the open
And if you wanna play, let’s get this rolling

Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you
Yes, it’s me
What you doing?
Did you think you would see me ruined?
After all the shit that I’ve been through

Whoa, I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh (Ooh)
Oh, oh (Ooh)

Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you

Yes, I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire (Ooh)
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose (Ooh)
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire (Ooh)
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose (Ooh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh yeah, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh yeah, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh