DP - Gla** Casket lyrics

[Hook] No watch on my right hand Never sleep without a Glock on my nightstand Chopper in my right hand Praying God forgive me Praying God forgive me [Verse 1] Bad little Tyler was a tad bit off his rocker Upon birth, put the Glock to the doctor Told him take me to the pharmacy I need Percocet and Oxy's To distribute to the drugged out mommas I need a profit Gotta cop that Megatron Fast forward ten years I need a cop a fire arm That .38 was at my waist side Momma never knew I had that work inside the bate line And I ain't lying I think it's time I tell her That a baby boy clocking more number than a ledger Allegedly selling ecstasy to adolescents Need a bison fur coat for cold storms That I done weathered [Hook 2] And now with a watch on my right hand Never sleep without a Glock on my nightstand Chopper in my right hand Praying God forgive me Praying God forgive me [Verse 2] I heard these n***as was speaking ill on my name lately Well that's fine the Glock 9 leave they minds vacant Only traces of blood from earth to heavens basement Bloody stainless and the same hands I pray with Stature of 5' 9" but I walk like I'm May 6th And the world full of angles, these n***as rather be plaintiffs Working with the law, might as well be the bailiff Campaigning for these crackers, f**ing male Sarah Paylin's For a second I can't take it But like a fat b**h in them jeans I seen them make fit I'm bringing flavor to the tasteless Supplying style to the brand, name-less Until they got him on some burn em at the stake sh** Mind state structure crooked like it need braces I need a mil to forget the ridicule and anguish I move with criminals who's patience is minimal With more time then money So really that ain't sh** to lose [Hook 2]