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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Vocals
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Marquis King
Marquis King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Lyrics

(Purple K) (I get my work from the Narco) I hang with the killers And be where the crooks be Known to terrorize shit So certain places won't book me I'll put it in their face Every time they try to no-look me I'm not proud of this new era All these niggas is pussies And they ain't talking 'bout shit No, they just kicking they rhymes I don't lie about shit No, I just come every time I don't think these niggas' bank accounts Say more than mine Real nigga, I'm gon' meet you at the borderline They know I'm that nigga, they scared to admit it 202 my area code, your bitch got the digits Tryna see if this real or not, come see how I'm living We can pull up on a menace anytime in them trenches And I don't care nothin' 'bout no fame, got me a few M's, then I'm winning They thought I made it out the game, I always had a foot in it I sent a nigga on a hit, but he got caught 'fore he finished Of course he ratted like a bitch and still ain't get lighter sentence Stop asking for old Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man And if you know Glizzy, know I'm holding it down And they ain't know your favorite opp doing no dance And you can't change my life because it's not on the 'Gram (ah) I hang with the killers And be where the crooks be Known to terrorize shit So certain places won't book me I'll put it in their face Every time they try to no-look me I'm not proud of this new era All these niggas is pussies And they ain't talking 'bout shit No, they just kicking they rhymes I don't lie about shit No, I just come every time I don't think these niggas' bank accounts Say more than mine Real nigga, I'm gon' meet you at the borderline Cash him out soon as it touch, ain't tryna owe him a dime You can hear it when I'm near, I'm hissin', know I'm a slime Know what's on the line, but slide like we ignorin' the time Trenches turned me to a lion, I'm protectin' my pride Got my blower, I ain't going, boy, one of us dyin' Don't talk to me about no bullets 'less you took more than five Wanna cry, they want my freedom, I'm a gladiator Still give out spankings, I ain't satisfied, I'm aggravated Fuck it, we gon' clutch it, baby Want us, they gon' have to chase us, real Percs, I taste it Talk with Red, angry in a way, I wish that I could switch you places Heaven might not take me, it's an opp up there might try to snake me Hundred shots, he live, we make sure double back and get him later Freaky with this yeeky, hit him twice, that's double penetration I compare these rappers to wrestling, but they really faker We was poor since we was born, from war, we had to take it All my lil' brothers is gangsters, go get him if I say it I hang with the killers And be where the crooks be Known to terrorize shit So certain places won't book me I'll put it in their face Every time they try to no-look me I'm not proud of this new era All these niggas is pussies And they ain't talking 'bout shit No, they just kicking they rhymes I don't lie about shit No, I just come every time I don't think these niggas' bank accounts Say more than mine Real nigga, I'm gon' meet you at the borderline
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