Glass (feat. Grace Kelly)
I'm out here movin' fast 'cause I don't wanna be in last (last)
What's the point of doing that? (that)
Everything is made of glass (glass)
Hearts break and dreams shatter (whoa oh, oh, oh)
(Ay, ay, yeah)
In the end, I know I gotta win (gotta win)
From the shows, to the lab, to the block again (block again)
I copped a pen and started holding
Shit down like bobby pins (let's go)
And reppin' for Green Ova, they family nigga, they not my friends
Sometimes music is not enough, feel like I gotta rush
Stressed out everyday, and it's got me picking the bottle up (damn)
See, when I drink I feel I'm leavin' from hell
Until I woke up the next day and was locked in a cell
I guess I got it backwards, but now I'm tryin' to be rapper
In a time of the world where the lyrics don't even matter
All my dreams were shattered, dished out of high school
Pockets were on empty, but the money my friends had had my eyes glued
Losin' all my pride too,
Thinkin' 'bout the bitches I lied to in the past
Just so they would let me ride through
Life ain't what it seem, know what I mean
Nothin' but heartbreaks and shattered dreams made of glass
I'm out here movin' fast 'cause I don't wanna be in last (last)
What's the point of doing that? (that)
Everything is made of glass (glass)
Hearts break and dreams shatter (whoa oh, oh, oh)
(Ay, ay, yeah)
Seven o'clock in the morning and
Right now I'm drinkin' (now I'm drinkin')
Got hella people around me like "what
The fuck's he thinkin" (fuck's he thinkin')
I'm not, see that's my problem, but do I wanna fix it? I don't know
Got me wishin' I never ever existed
When I die, when it comes to my life, will I even miss it?
And I sag my pants off of my ass, the haters could kiss it (muah)
See, I'm with the homie Spadez, mane, so I got my grind tight
I smell the enemies, that's why a nigga got the nine tight
Fuck the limelight, Shady Blaze in the cold dark
You don't want no part of all of my issues and cold heart (nah)
God, take me to a place that's even better
Where there's pretty weather and niggas ain't gotta use berettas
So now it's family, my girl, rappin' and gettin' cheddar
Got this monkey on back, the music helpin' him let up
I'm fed up, thinkin' that my dreams are killed
I spit this, now I'm realizing my dreams are real
I'm out here movin' fast 'cause I don't wanna be in last (last)
What's the point of doing that? (that)
Everything is made of glass (glass)
Hearts break and dreams shatter (whoa oh, oh, oh)
(Ay, ay)
Kill or be killed, and I'm killin' for the paper
Ridin' in the bucket, fasho I wan't the scraper
What y'all think it is? Nigga, I don't give a shit
Recordin' dope tracks, smokin' on zips and drinkin' fifths *coughs*
Reminiscin' 'bout all my young days, the fun days
Playin' hella sports with my friends y'all, that was young Blaze
When to church on them Sundays,
Now I feel I'm on a one way ticket to hell
I gotta get out, gotta be some way
Yeah, the green and the money is a part of us
If you want something that's real, then you should start with us
Fuck you quittin' ass niggas 'cause having heart's a must
Loyalty and royalty, family comin' all in, trust
I'm out here movin' fast 'cause I don't wanna be in last (last)
What's the point of doing that? (that)
Everything is made of glass (glass)
Hearts break and dreams shatter (whoa oh, oh, oh)
What's the point of doing that? (that)
Everything is made of glass (glass)
Hearts break and dreams shatter (whoa oh, oh, oh)
(Ay, ay, yeah)
In the end, I know I gotta win (gotta win)
From the shows, to the lab, to the block again (block again)
I copped a pen and started holding
Shit down like bobby pins (let's go)
And reppin' for Green Ova, they family nigga, they not my friends
Sometimes music is not enough, feel like I gotta rush
Stressed out everyday, and it's got me picking the bottle up (damn)
See, when I drink I feel I'm leavin' from hell
Until I woke up the next day and was locked in a cell
I guess I got it backwards, but now I'm tryin' to be rapper
In a time of the world where the lyrics don't even matter
All my dreams were shattered, dished out of high school
Pockets were on empty, but the money my friends had had my eyes glued
Losin' all my pride too,
Thinkin' 'bout the bitches I lied to in the past
Just so they would let me ride through
Life ain't what it seem, know what I mean
Nothin' but heartbreaks and shattered dreams made of glass
I'm out here movin' fast 'cause I don't wanna be in last (last)
What's the point of doing that? (that)
Everything is made of glass (glass)
Hearts break and dreams shatter (whoa oh, oh, oh)
(Ay, ay, yeah)
Seven o'clock in the morning and
Right now I'm drinkin' (now I'm drinkin')
Got hella people around me like "what
The fuck's he thinkin" (fuck's he thinkin')
I'm not, see that's my problem, but do I wanna fix it? I don't know
Got me wishin' I never ever existed
When I die, when it comes to my life, will I even miss it?
And I sag my pants off of my ass, the haters could kiss it (muah)
See, I'm with the homie Spadez, mane, so I got my grind tight
I smell the enemies, that's why a nigga got the nine tight
Fuck the limelight, Shady Blaze in the cold dark
You don't want no part of all of my issues and cold heart (nah)
God, take me to a place that's even better
Where there's pretty weather and niggas ain't gotta use berettas
So now it's family, my girl, rappin' and gettin' cheddar
Got this monkey on back, the music helpin' him let up
I'm fed up, thinkin' that my dreams are killed
I spit this, now I'm realizing my dreams are real
I'm out here movin' fast 'cause I don't wanna be in last (last)
What's the point of doing that? (that)
Everything is made of glass (glass)
Hearts break and dreams shatter (whoa oh, oh, oh)
(Ay, ay)
Kill or be killed, and I'm killin' for the paper
Ridin' in the bucket, fasho I wan't the scraper
What y'all think it is? Nigga, I don't give a shit
Recordin' dope tracks, smokin' on zips and drinkin' fifths *coughs*
Reminiscin' 'bout all my young days, the fun days
Playin' hella sports with my friends y'all, that was young Blaze
When to church on them Sundays,
Now I feel I'm on a one way ticket to hell
I gotta get out, gotta be some way
Yeah, the green and the money is a part of us
If you want something that's real, then you should start with us
Fuck you quittin' ass niggas 'cause having heart's a must
Loyalty and royalty, family comin' all in, trust
I'm out here movin' fast 'cause I don't wanna be in last (last)
What's the point of doing that? (that)
Everything is made of glass (glass)
Hearts break and dreams shatter (whoa oh, oh, oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander John Martinez
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