Transition - Brian Fresco, GLC, Dylan Lloyd

[Into: GLC}

What up?

This is GLC

The Ism

Speaking this apostle gospel

And this player-like vision

Had to get on with my youngin' by the name of Fresco

Let’s go

Blowin' on this motherfuckin' petrol

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

That’s that gas

We always gon' motherfuckin' outlast the motherfuckin' feds

Wanna get up with my little homie?

Go ahead and pay money

As I rotate through these windy city streets

With my true player partner by the name of Brian Fresco

And SaveMoney

This shit is not a mirage

You know what I’m saying?

These nay nayer’s frauds, better get on your job

Champagne with the breakfast

Every day a celebration

Living gold and when I walk in isolation, vibrations

Got these bitches eyes' rapin'

Niggas hatin'

Still never say shit, never phase shit

If you’re trying to shake my hand 'cause they feel a nigga made it

Shouts to XXL where these bitches think I’m famous

And then they give Snapchats to me shameless

Every row some titties shakin'

Somebody tell Amy that she deserve an Oscar

And I got her when I make it

Uh, pop a Xan, calm me down

Shit, anxiety been gettin' to me

I got a feelin' all these nights gon' rest assured my fam comfy

Turn the to hella bands

Turn the YouTube mp3 to hella fans

And turn my peers into groupie class

And got my haters pissed

I hope you get the jist

I got a bucket list

It got me livin' lit

I put that on the 6

Say it’s been a couple years, we’ve been workin'

Wow, niggas raw like the hitters

Lights is on us now

Lights is on me

People watch like, «What he on to?

What he thinkin'?

What he gonna do?

He done drop on my

So drop so money, what’s next?

Proof?

Hope this Casanova shit you been talkin' gon' do the thang for you

Swear you deserve it

Lot of niggas out here rappin' with no purpose

And your shit get past the circuit cutting deep

Then I think that you should

Celebrate like the Super Bowl

Celebrate like the Super Bowl.»

Finger super froze

Ring big like the Super Bowl

Hundred super old

Super Bowl parade when I touch down

The city love me

Tell Mayor Rahm I need a key

Unlock the city, let my niggas fill they tummies

As the fruits grow, the labors shrink

Open mics to sold out shows

RIP to brother Mike

'Cause now we puttin' on 'til they call us home

And when they call us home, just know the doves cry

Been on the block since service

Seen the whole pie

Momma came in, saw me meddlin'

Like, «Called his father»

Daddy came home like, «Son, this how we beat the bottom

And I don’t encourage you, but if you do, better serve like you Frank Luke

Be your own boss, of your own road, get your own crew

Never let these niggas contain you

Get your own court, get your own ball

Shit, I took that shit and ran with it

Now I’m in the club with Chance and Vic

They poppin' bottles, shower models

But the bands different

They swipe their cards out

But why?

'Cause the hustle different

That’s why I got tunnel vision

'Cause I can’t see these niggas

I’m in the fast lane

Stuck in traffic, bitchin', empty gasoline

I came from building

Fuck your block

My house was 20 feet

Ellis Park ain’t never bred a bitch

That’s why I’m on my feet

I’m still screamin' Ida B

Like, ain’t no condos up on my own streets

Like, I don’t think about that fire land

Or when Tionda and Diamond went missing

Growing pains, but I’m still growin'

Still growin', doing things

Going places, but never forget

What the low end made me

Keep me sane

[Outro: GLC}

Speak on it player

You know what I’m sayin'?

We gotta understand

This shit is real

As you represent the motherfuckin' land

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

This my man Brian Fresco

SaveMoney ain’t a damn thing funny

Hopefully you can dig it

Dig it deep enough to find treasures

And realize that we come from a reckoning power of people

Bound by no means beyond motherfuckin' measures

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

Shit, this man speakin' the motherfuckin' truth

His life is the motherfuckin' proof

Shit, the angle is motherfuckin' obtuse

And sometimes it’s a little bit acute

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

The hoes choose and these lames out here motherfuckin' lose

And you snooze, you lose

This is somethin' for your motherfuckin' mind

Nothin' for these lames to motherfuckin' include

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

Elevate the mind state, not the motherfuckin' crime rate

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

Shit so motherfuckin' serious amongs our motherfuckin' peers

Behold, my true player partner by the name of Fresco

Because this year is motherfuckin' his, yeah

And I am the motherfuckin' Ism

Preach

Ism