CosaNostraGlizzy - Real Damage! (feat. Dee dior) Lyrics

(Hddddrrrrrrr)
(Uh)
We late on the bills again
We late on the
Mmm mmm
We don't know what Christmas is
(Mmm mm mmm mmm mmm mm mmm mmm)
(Free tae)
(Hdddrrr)
(Mm mm)
Get your ass chased down
(Mm)
(Mmm mmm mmm mm)
You know we been through real damage
Damn we late on the bills again
It ain't no food inside the pantry
We spin more than a ceiling fan
Hoe you know I get money, just like you know a baby temper tantrum
Yea you did me wrong, but don't acknowledge you, cause that's what matter
I could've swerved your way and left something drenched
You know these sticks ain't plastic
Everybody swear they keep it real, I think they do it badly(tragic)
My lil youngins chasin kills, like you pursue a class(this shit math)
Once the block had got divided, I just started adding(this shit get bad)
You probably swing this way and die, I don't know what to tell em
Yea nigga, I just lost my momma, I'm going through hell
They try to tempt me, moment of silence for his death
I say I want some children, but it's too much violence in my area
I give my all because I'm all in one
This shit for real
I know who real
And I can call them up
I'm worth a bill
No time for to chill
Cause life won't stop for nun
I got my moms and them
I gotta grind for them
I'm guaranteed to blow like kerosene
That's all I know
Harder than all them folks
She took the pen
Murder she wrote
Either the streets or industry, my brotha let me know
You play wit me you rest in peace, that's how them letters go
(Oohhh yeaaahhahhhh)
From the cradle to the grave
I got niggas who days ones locked inna cage
This the lifestyle that we live might never change
Niggas trynna ride the wave
You drown before we catch you in a lake
You a snake cause you take food off niggas plate
From the striker to the wraith
I'm dreaming while I'm hoppin out escapes
I'm dancing while the devil In my face
But I don't feel at home still
I'm laid up with my chrome
This bitch then went left me alone again
Bitch my head gone for real
Swear these drugs took a toll on me
I see death inside my dreams, tonight I don't wanna go to sleep
Niggas ain't even with this shit, you know I peeped you roll with em
It's on then
Opp niggas, coffin business
Judge don't look at you like
Man what if this my son in here?
Them problems come with money
It ain't a dollar that I'll run against
You don't see me shining bitch, know you must think the sun is dim
(Glizzy)
And bitch I keep a pole
I'm kicking shit like fifa
With these bitches know I keep a hoe
I'm trynna touch a million with my niggas, so this year it's on
Bitch I'm feelin chose
I'm ballin like I'm young drose