Borderline Lyrics – Shy Glizzy
Singer: Shy Glizzy
Title: Borderline
I hang with the killers and be where the crooks be
Known to terrorize sh#t so certain places won’t book me
I put it in their face every time they try to no-look me
I’m not proud of this new era, all these n#gg#s is p#ssies
And they ain’t talking ’bout sh#t, no, they just kicking they rhymes
I don’t lie about sh#t, no, I just come everytime
I don’t think these n#gg#s bank accounts say more than mine
Real n#gg#, I’m gon’ beat your #ss to borderline
They know I’m that n#gg#, they scared to admit it
202, my area code, your b#tch got the digits
Tryna see if it’s real or not, come see how I’m living
We can pull up on ’em n#gg#s anytime in them trenches
And I don’t care about no fake dummy, a few M’s and I’m winning
They thought I made it out the game, I always had to pun it
I sent the n#gg# on the hit but he got called ‘fore he finished
Of course he riding like a b#tch and still ain’t get a lot of sentence
Stop asking for old Glizzy, I’m a grown-ass man
And if you know Glizzy, know I’m holding it down
And they ain’t know your favorite opp doing no dance
And you can’t change my life because it’s not on the gram (Ah)
I hang with the killers and be where the crooks be
Known to terrorize sh#t so certain places won’t book me
I put it in their face every time they try to no-look me
I’m not proud of this new era, all these n#gg#s is p#ssies
And they ain’t talking ’bout sh#t, no, they just kicking they rhymes
I don’t lie about sh#t, no, I just come everytime
I don’t think these n#gg#s bank accounts say more than mine
Real n#gg#, I’m gon’ beat your #ss to borderline
Cash him out soon as it touch, ain’t tryna owe him a dime
You can’t hurry when I’m there, I’m hissing, know I’ma slime
Know what’s on the line but slatt like we ignoring the time
Churches turned me too aligned, I’m protecting my pride
Got my blower, I ain’t going, boy, one of us dying
Don’t talk to me about no bullets ‘less you took more than five
On the crowd, they want my freedom, I’m a gladiator
Still give out [?], I ain’t satisfied, I’m aggravated
f#ck it, we gon’ clunch it, baby
Bullets, they gon’ have to chase us, real percs, I taste it
Talking red, angry, in a way I wish that I could switch places
Heaven might not take me, it’s an opp up there might try to snake me
Hundred shots, he live, we make sure double-back and get him later
Freaky with this yeeky, hit him twice, that’s double penetration
I compare these rappers to wrestling but they really fake ’em
We was poor since we was born, from war we had to take it
All my lil’ brothers is gangstas, go get him if I say it
I hang with the killers and be where the crooks be
Known to terrorize sh#t so certain places won’t book me
I put it in their face every time they try to no-look me
I’m not proud of this new era, all these n#gg#s is p#ssies
And they ain’t talking ’bout sh#t, no, they just kicking they rhymes
I don’t lie about sh#t, no, I just come everytime
I don’t think these n#gg#s bank accounts say more than mine
Real n#gg#, I’m gon’ beat your #ss to borderline
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