Q Presents: - Broken Glass Lyrics

My nigga, I'm broken
Sometimes at night, I find I feel hopeless
My nigga I'm choking
They watching me die, they laughing, they poking
My T-Shirt is soaking
I cried my last tear, there's blood on my token
My nigga, no joking
I wrote my own will, my will had been stolen
My nigga, you digging it
I ran out of breath, put it straight to my ligament
Ain't speaking it figurative
I keep seeing ghosts and I don't think they figments
I miss being innocent
The days that I ran and played with no impotence
Ain't know where a trigger is
Didn't know death, couldn't even picture it
Wasn't enough
Couldn't keep up
That can cut deep
Like a switchblade
I was gonna erupt
Down on my luck
You can get capped
Like a prepaid
I was finna give up
Let my heat buck
Sell my shit off all
On Ebay
So my momma can be paid
So my family leave safe
Soul was for rebate

And I
And I
Shattered like broken glass
And I
And I
Shattered like broken
And I
And I
Shattered like broken glass
And I
And I
Shattered
Shattered

Nigga now fuck all that buddy buddy
The path to success can get bloody muddy
Ain't sippin' no Rose, I'm off the Cudi
You wanted the ace but you never studied
My city get hot and it's awful ugly
My bro bought a strap then he offed somebody
Ducked from the feds, he got very lucky
When shot at his head, looked like silly putty
Nigga, I couldn't trust anybody
The world can turn black when it come to money
Especially when it come to honeys
Let my enemies think they above me
Kept my head down, yeah I hit it running
No one around I was hidden from it
Bro said I ain't even hit the summit
Said, "The streets couldn't see you coming"
I'm waitin' on it now, for my golden moment
I'm waitin' on it now, for a worth opponent
I'm waitin' on it now, for the ground to open
I'm waitin' on it now, what the sound has chosen
Runnin' round town
Rollin' round pounds
Eighth in my sock
That's a reflex
Gunnin' down, clowns
Selling out pounds
Hate in my heart
That's a defect

And I
And I
And I'm talkin' my shit, nigga
And I
And I
And I'm talkin' my shit
And I
And I
And I'm talkin' my shit, nigga
And I
And I
And I'm talkin' my shit

You can get loose toothed
No evidence, searchin' for leads like it's blues clues
I hope that it hurt too
Nigga tell all your friends, tell em' they can get bruised too
I prayed that he'd pull through
Said real niggas don't die, this earth don't deserve you
This world can turn cold hues
Another dead body, you're telling me old news
Whats up hoe
Whats up bro
It's over, I must have spoke
What's up tho
Whatchu know
Niggas don't want no smoke
Wrist don't glow
Bitch I'm froze
Niggas ain't got my flow
Whistle blow
Where he go
Niggas ain't got no code

And I
And I
Shattered like broken glass
And I
And I
Shattered like broken, uh
And I
And I
Shattered like broken glass
And I
And I
Shattered
Shattered

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