[Intro]
(Let the band play)
Glock
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, I'm a nineties baby, lately, I been goin' crazy
I been goin' crazy lately, I been goin' crazy, crazy
Yeah (Woo), I been goin' crazy, crazy (Crazy)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

[Verse]
I've been gettin' paper, paper (Racks)
Made a whole M without a motherfuckin' major label, yeah (Racks)
They like, "Glock, you major"
I just set a new set of fours on a new Mercedes, uh (Yeah)
Bitches tryna have my baby
I can't go out like that, baby, no way, uh
Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav (Yeah)
Got all these bitches feelin' my feng shui (Uh-huh)
All these bitches feelin' my feng shui
I be fresh to death, they tryna put me on a runway, yeah
And I still remember those days
I couldn't wait to go to school just to show off my new J's (Yeah)
Young n***a hardhead, fuck what you say, uh
Push up on 'em, made him skate like Lupe (Push up)
And I got them thangs on me like Hussein (Thangs)
Paper Route the gang, yeah, we the new wave (Gang, gang)
Uh, and I just bought a new chain
Matter fact, two chains, young n***a too paid
Uh, yeah, young n***a insane
We was takin' shit before we ever heard of Boonk Gang (On God)
Yeah, yeah, I'm higher than two planes
You n***as drinkin' fake drank, man, you n***as too lame, uh (The fuck?)
Ayy, man, you n***as too lame
Yeah, yeah, lame as fuck (Lame)
N***a play with us, what? Aim and bust
Yeah, chopper ate him up (Yup)
Slam dunk your bitch, ain't no layin' up
I run up that bag, ain't no waitin' up
Ayy, uh, remember I was weighin' up (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit and I came from nothin' (Shit)
Told my mama that a change gon' come
Yeah, yeah, straight out the slums (Straight out the slums, straight out)
When I got my first backend, spent the half on guns (I spent half on guns, yeah, yeah, fire)
Rest in peace to my grandma, yeah, she raised a don, uh, uh, yeah (Yeah, she raised a don)
And shout out to my mama, I'm a son of a gun (I'm a son of a gun)
Glizock