Glass Casket

[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 niggas 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 niggas rather be plaintiffs Working with the law, might as well be the bailiff Campaigning for these crackers, fucking male Sarah Paylin's For a second I can't take it But like a fat bitch 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 shit 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 shit to lose [Hook 2]