RIP Glacier - 2 AM

(Uh, Xavi you're a genius, ftt, ftt, uh, uh, ice, ice, brodie off the pills tryna fye, rolling off them pills tryna watch a nigga die, gang)
Talking with yo' chest you just might end up on yo' back
Brodie in the field he throwing picks like a bad ass quarterbacks
Fuck them dead ass opps you say they name then I might fucking laugh
Rolling, shh, in that 3.5 that shit was fucking gas
When I'm toting on this Glock I feel like Muhammad Ali (Feel like Muhammad Ali)
Hollows flying a butterfly and stinging like a bee (Stinging like a bee!)
I fucked around and bought Cartier for all the hate I see
Real life demon hear it in my voice this shit been in my genes
Bitch I dropped the lo' because I know you niggas never slide
Bitch you say you wit' it you got guns then nigga come outside
We like monsters in they hood 'cause when they see us they gon' hide
They say you play you lay you try you die I'm cold as hell and let off fye
What that mean?
That mean if you run up guarantee you die
Lately I've been feeling vicious imma killer in my eyes
I go to sleep and I see dead people they talking homicide
Hollows ripping threw his body he done sold his soul to ice (Ice)
Aye
Now he's a dead man
Bitch I feel like Jdot 'cause I fell in love with Dead Bands
Brodie popped a perc no he ain't rolling off no damn xan
Nigga lost his life because he tryna' throw some damn hands (Dumbass)
(Ftt, ftt, ice, ice, ice, aye, frah, frah)

Written by:
Chris St-Juste

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