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Glocks Video (MV)




Performed By: MJ Chillin
Length: 2:02
Written by: Marcus Johnson




MJ Chillin - Glocks Lyrics




Lately I been on the run
I can't think because all of the drugs
Not breaking, but bending me up
I'm on top but I came from the mud

Was literally sleeping on rugs
In my hair had to pick out the fuzz
I was posted with my fuzz
I didn't know who I was

Now I got the city on lock
I put my brothers on top
Where them niggas they shoot with the mop
Others niggas is tryna get out

We grew up right around the block
Where they run up and shoot with the Glocks
Where the people who live there feel like they won't make it
They make themselves suffer a lot

I had to make it all stop
I said, "this shit got me bent"
My back it be hurtin', I bend
Over backwards for all of my friends

Her and daddy couldn't make amends
My momma out making them ends
To say the least life was a mess
My brother raised me to a man

I started off moving them grams
Then I moved in with my grams
My money got low said, "I can't"
The voice in my head said, "I can"

I thought about giving it up
But I had to give myself a chance
Told them labels, "don't need that advance"
From my phone, I made two-hundred grand

Lately I been on the run
I can't think because all of the drugs
Not breaking, but bending me up
I'm on top but I came from the mud

Was literally sleeping on rugs
In my hair, had to pick out the fuzz
I was posted with my fuzz
I didn't know who I was

Lately I been on the run
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Lately I been on the run
I can't think because all of the drugs
Not breaking, but bending me up
I'm on top but I came from the mud

Was literally sleeping on rugs
In my hair had to pick out the fuzz
I was posted with my fuzz
I didn't know who I was

Now I got the city on lock
I put my brothers on top
Where them niggas they shoot with the mop
Others niggas is tryna get out

We grew up right around the block
Where they run up and shoot with the Glocks
Where the people who live there feel like they won't make it
They make themselves suffer a lot

I had to make it all stop
I said, "this shit got me bent"
My back it be hurtin', I bend
Over backwards for all of my friends

Her and daddy couldn't make amends
My momma out making them ends
To say the least life was a mess
My brother raised me to a man

I started off moving them grams
Then I moved in with my grams
My money got low said, "I can't"
The voice in my head said, "I can"

I thought about giving it up
But I had to give myself a chance
Told them labels, "don't need that advance"
From my phone, I made two-hundred grand

Lately I been on the run
I can't think because all of the drugs
Not breaking, but bending me up
I'm on top but I came from the mud

Was literally sleeping on rugs
In my hair, had to pick out the fuzz
I was posted with my fuzz
I didn't know who I was

Lately I been on the run
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Writer: Marcus Johnson
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