My Glock - XAN$X

I only live fa my muthafuckin glock* Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block Mama, I miss you, wish I was still stayin with ya But it fucked me up when they had killed my own lil thug nigga 12 smokin blunts with em, smokin humps with em Missin the fuckin feelin I'm wishin I kulda talked with him Started hollin "fuck life" when I Ben I lost Ace, who else don't wanna lose pen Switched teams, switched places, switched sons Now me and junior on them tabs and we hollin dum And Big Larry been my brother to the end So much shit up in the wind I'm hollin fuck, not again 1st nigga in the south, that I jack with In the bottom with Lil Nick hollin "we ratchet" Tryin on that purp shit, I don't fuck with dirt shit Cause niggas wanna murk me Cause I got the rawest verses Fuck a vest, who next? nigga we bout goons Back on that X with text Cause we just lost Coon I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block Now this rap shit, it got me with a headache But ion say nun, I just head shake My phone rang, it say I got another baby I'm a sue the fuck out Trojan tryna play me like I'm crazy [? ] tryna turn me to a coffin I'm shootin muthafuckas, tell yo boss that won't no boss shit You stupid muthafuckas put shit in my mama head And you got her shakin and tossin in the bed And these past weeks I ain't been gettin sleep I can't leave this bitch right now gotta be a brother to Unique And she just like me, she like Jordans on her feet So we play with ha, acosha, tell yo mammy rest in peace That's my big homie, that's mi nigga, no legs he still stressin So when I ride with hm got both of my Smith & Wessons Rest in peace Nick Sterling real goon a creepin Remember wakin up, stone bars for reason I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block I only live fa my muthafuckin glock Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots When I'm a die they got me feelin like I'm pac I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block