Lonely Vibes

I know that you miss me But you got too much pride (oh) Thought you're not able Then love being lied to, oh I heard another nigga got left last night That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm on my lonely vibes I, I get so high Oh my, I get so fly Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly Ay, let's call baddies, you ain't got none Ay, my Nina glizzy is a tefflon Ay, you play with Gigi, get your head blown, oh I was on the move and now he dead and gone Paid two-thirty and they killed my soul I do anything to protect my bros I'm trappin' bags but you ain't tryna go to war Just send the addy, bet we pop up at your door Imagine mama puttin' yo ass down in the floor Shoot you with my Rollie on, like bitch it's time to go They call it Glizzy 'cause them Glocks is what we tote I sold that shit, go in your nose Bitch these street shit all I know, oh I heard another nigga got left last night That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm on my lonely vibes I, I get so high Oh my, I get so fly Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly All rats go to Hell, you know it ain't no tellin' And you know what they say, that all thugs go to Heaven We got J57s, Glock 9s and MAC 11s Don't matter where I go, it's still forever Trey seven I got niggas buss yo' melon I just make the dab, call my nigga, he a felon I turned him to a damn boss All them lame fuckin' with me, fuck they think I'm playin', dawg It was a big shoot out and you got caught in the damn cross Got me sweepin' the whole block, yeah, like a damn mop Skrrt off in a stolen Lamb', we call that a Lamb' chop Two bitches on the West side, make 'em suck the same cock Hit 'em from they best side, I think they got the same doc', uh I heard another nigga got left last night That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm on my lonely vibes I, I get so high Oh my, I get so fly Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly I know that you miss me But you got too much pride (oh) Thought you're not able Then love being lied to Oh, ohh-oh-oh --- Lonely Vibes - Shy Glizzy