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What up? This is GLC The Ism Speaking this apostle gospel And this player-like vision Had to get on with my youngin' by the name of Fresco Let's go Blowin' on this motherfuckin' petrol You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? That's that gas We always gon' motherfuckin' outlast the motherfuckin' feds Wanna get up with my little homie? Go ahead and pay money As I rotate through these windy city streets With my true player partner by the name of Brian Fresco And SaveMoney This shit is not a mirage You know what I'm saying? These nay nayer's frauds, better get on your job Champagne with the breakfast Every day a celebration Living gold and when I walk in isolation, vibrations Got these bitches eyes' rapin' Niggas hatin' Still never say shit, never phase shit If you're trying to shake my hand 'cause they feel a nigga made it Shouts to XXL where these bitches think I'm famous And then they give Snapchats to me shameless Letras de cancionesEvery row some titties shakin' Somebody tell Amy that she deserve an Oscar And I got her when I make it Uh, pop a Xan, calm me down Shit, anxiety been gettin' to me I got a feelin' all these [? 1:05] nights gon' rest assured my fam comfy Turn the [? 1:07] to hella bands Turn the YouTube mp3 to hella fans And turn my peers into groupie class And got my haters pissed I hope you get the jist I got a bucket list It got me livin' lit I put that on the 6 Say it's been a couple years, we've been workin' Wow, niggas raw like the hitters Lights is on us now Lights is on me People watch like, "What he on to? What he thinkin'? What he gonna do? He done drop on my [? 1:32] So drop so money, what's next? Proof? Hope this Casanova shit you been talkin' gon' do the thang for you Swear you deserve it Lot of niggas out here rappin' with no purpose And your shit get past the circuit cutting deep Then I think that you should Celebrate like the Super Bowl Celebrate like the Super Bowl." Finger super froze Ring big like the Super Bowl Hundred super old Super Bowl parade when I touch down The city love me Tell Mayor Rahm I need a key Unlock the city, let my niggas fill they tummies As the fruits grow, the labors shrink Open mics to sold out shows RIP to brother Mike 'Cause now we puttin' on 'til they call us home And when they call us home, just know the doves cry Been on the block since [? 2:12] service Seen the whole pie [? 2:13] Momma came in, saw me meddlin' Like, "Called his father" Daddy came home like, "Son, this how we beat the bottom And I don't encourage you, but if you do, better serve like you Frank Luke Be your own boss, of your own road, get your own crew Never let these niggas contain you Get your own court, get your own ball Shit, I took that shit and ran with it Now I'm in the club with Chance and Vic They poppin' bottles, shower models But the bands different They swipe their cards out But why? 'Cause the hustle different That's why I got tunnel vision 'Cause I can't see these niggas I'm in the fast lane Stuck in traffic, bitchin', empty gasoline I came from building Fuck your block My house was 20 feet Ellis Park ain't never bred a bitch That's why I'm on my feet I'm still screamin' Ida B Like, ain't no condos up on my own streets Like, I don't think about that fire land Or when Tionda and Diamond went missing Growing pains, but I'm still growin' Still growin', doing things Going places, but never forget What the low end made me Keep me sane Speak on it player You know what I'm sayin'? We gotta understand This shit is real As you represent the motherfuckin' land You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? This my man Brian Fresco SaveMoney ain't a damn thing funny Hopefully you can dig it Dig it deep enough to find treasures And realize that we come from a reckoning power of people Bound by no means beyond motherfuckin' measures You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Shit, this man speakin' the motherfuckin' truth His life is the motherfuckin' proof Shit, the angle is motherfuckin' obtuse And sometimes it's a little bit acute You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? The hoes choose and these lames out here motherfuckin' lose And you snooze, you lose This is somethin' for your motherfuckin' mind Nothin' for these lames to motherfuckin' include You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Elevate the mind state, not the motherfuckin' crime rate You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Shit so motherfuckin' serious amongs our motherfuckin' peers Behold, my true player partner by the name of Fresco Because this year is motherfuckin' his, yeah And I am the motherfuckin' Ism Preach Ism From Letras Mania