Glock Runners

Caught up in my ambition, never failed the given mission

keep on grinding till I die, war of attrition

Tryna get my nutrition, out here loafing my bread,

kneading dough and baking cookies attracting all addicts I can

treat it like its do or die every days my last stand

accepted that I will die, result of taking a chance

I watch you dance, behind the scene pulling the strings

niggas say I'm strung out, blessing I pray on my knees

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

So i got my camera on your camel-toe say cheese

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Ambition is mine Time is my grind

And I don' fuck no bitches

Cause they always on their periods

Sit yo ass down or get ya ass inna back

This is limited addition you wont find this on no rack

Bound to hit a bitch with a man-hoe cover

I might just bust and these bullets ain't rubber

I hesitate youngster, complicate the structure

Date the instructor, eradicate gutter

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Mark from Kingston was a gun runner

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Ya'll better hope 2014 really real, cause the way i feel I'ma make ya'll suffer

If ya do upset me tell the cops to come and get me

Rip the crowd like a phone number