Untitled Song
• Written by Smylez
how you gonna use another rappers name/
shy glizzy?? you stole that shit for a second of fame/
the real glizzy grew up o the streets of dc/
so bein from chicago, glizzy you cant be/
streets hottest youngin, boy you wish/
ill put out your flames with beer soaked piss/
you say you act hard, trap hard boy yous a fake/
the only hard think you do is a handle of a rake/
so sit down push it deaper, but dont hurt yourself/
So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself/
glizzy roll with real niggas like plies and ant/
they do real shit that i know you cant/
so quit bein fake and give back that mic/
either start with training wheels or maybe a trike/
so next time you wanna take another mans words/
at least brush your teeth your breathe smells like turds/
next time you hit up youtube and hit like on 3mili/
ill send a pack, and a box full of phillies/
get your head straight, and take a new route/
im done with this fake as dude, fuck it im out
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Smylez
Member since February 24 2014