Correction Lyrics Glass in the Face by G Herbo

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Where I come from, niggas greezy (Grimy), you deceive me (Damn)
I got rich, I motivate my niggas like I'm Jeezy
I can leave the house, get caught without my gun, easy
Honestly, I know nobody but my son need me (Youngin)
I went broke to see you eat, I know you don't believe me
Just be patient with me, bae, I know you wanna leave me
Took my heart from off my sleeve, replaced it with some freezie (Whoo)
Knee-deep in them trenches toting .40 Glocks with Deezy
Walking through the valley of the shadow (Shadow), all these niggas shallow (Pussies)
I'm with apes, these niggas snakes and shit, I see they rattles
Niggas singing like A Boogie, man, I hear they high notes
Hit my niggas out in High Bridge if they wanna battle
You ain't really living like that, pussy, why you lie for? (Fuck it)
Eye-for-eye, sold the same shit I cry over, I die for
Make you famous if we pull your name, something like a raffle (Make you famous)
How you trust her? Adam told her she gon' bite the apple

Glass in the face (Glass in the face), Rolex fucking up my eyesight
I'll make yo' ass look away (I'll make yo' ass look away)
Fuck it, if they put a bag on my head, I'll put a bag on yo' face (Bag on yo' face)
Baby, you ain't got to take a cab, nah, I'll put yo' ass in a Wraith (Put yo' ass in a Wraith)
I don't wanna go in the club if they ain't letting me in with the ratchet
I can not be even charged again, 'cause I know niggas elastic
You know my jacket is Balmain and I got the denim to match it
I swear, I don't wanna be broke again, nah, I can only imagine

I remember I— I— I ain't have no money, standing on the block
Yeah, I remember why— why, nigga wasn't really tryna make no money
I was chasing homicide (Fuckin' chasin')
For the mob niggas died, nigga, yours can't come outside (Stop, brrah)
I ain't really thinking like that no more, I listen now, It's a million or more in my vision now
Got a big ass crib out in Bel Air Hills, everybody get a plate in my kitchen now (Yeah)
I been setting up plates for a whole lot of M's, did the same last year, and I'm richer now (I'm richer)
Last time seen bro, had a bust down Patek, now he got somethin' to live for, richer now
And my car go whoo, like a whistler, pop out, ten chains on like a prisoner (Yeah)
Man, I could've been a statistic (Uh-huh), now I can teach a young nigga 'bout business (Uh)
Speaking of business, please do not be no witness (Mandate), no, we do not leave no witness (Find 'em)
How the fuck is it hard to find nigga like me? I'm not hidin'

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