Listen to Sad by Glizz

Sad

Glizz

Hip-Hop/Rap

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I just done a 10 minute drive for an unfair fight, that's a four on two True say this nokia seen half the country, maybe this year I'll start touring too Man got way too much time on their hands bro try understand who you're talking too Anyhow my killy come with a razor, that's a free shape up, someone line this yute Before I stepped in that meeting with sony, I splashed my face, put my phone on vibrate Just the smell of this pack probably made man's eyes bloodshot and my pupils dilate Bro I wish I could let man slide but my pride too heavy to let a man violate If a man want risk it, turn man statistic, my bruce gon' boost up the crime rate Apparently I glamorise trapping as if man's history is something to brag about Shit, I ain't got much I can flex with but I got a whole load of shit I can rap about Bro fuck an еxpensive chain, my rent gets paid when a fiends starts catting out Really sent out a thousand texts, xxx some shit that I'm sad about Look I ain't gonna lie to my listeners, if i don't buss this year then I'm done For years man slung this shit on my ones, next year I need the grub coming in tons The grind addictive like nicotine, cigarette smoke still fill up man's lungs In a dilemma like kelly, I need me a belly but I ain't gonna fight for no crumbs Got word of a vacant spot, now three of us based off taking stock My young boy on a round trip down to bradford, I like the food that the asians got This year I'm really on a milly chase, I ain't doing dinner dates, let alone a vacay spot The hooptie I'm in cost less than my outfit, I couldn't care less about the latest drop Stepped in a function fresh from the trap, my hoodie tied tight and my sidebag bulging Way before I heard doja cat, I give the local cats something they can indulge in Became accustomed to the pressure, whatever they throw at me, you know I ain't folding Truth be told I never had a problem that a quick phone call and a flicky ain't solving They tell me to stop freestyling, apparently the music I make ain't mainstream Shit, as long as the outcome's income, music money never been man's mainstream The T turns boys to men, shit, glizz was a man way before he turned 18 Best decide how you want to survive, you gon' risk your freedom or risk your safety
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