|Hook|
Hatin on druggie's who keep on passin"eet"(it)
Never could get down wit the glass city'
Angels on fire cuz' all soldierz die
Listen to the beat Cuz even men do cry

Wreck on the mic has been away On vacation
Seeing drug dealers, makin money of "Chronical Vegetation"
Time to legislate, On this hate and love That we was makin
Hatin on these nigga's who, Try to make hoe's be slavin'

Time to hit it deep. Into the depth's of the sea
Seeing is believing, But not a soul could breath
Choking on your lung's, what a life we lead'
Tryna figure out, How he took him from me

Oh we see, from the Glass City....


|Hook|
Hatin on druggie's who keep on passin"eet"(it)
Never could get down wit the glass city'
Angels on fire cuz' all soldierz die
Listen to the beat Cuz even men do cry

Seeing nigga's slaughtered why there babies cry
Aborting themselve's, cuz all they knew was suicide
Not knowing there parents or themselves, for the resta there life
Taking life for granted, and never gettin a second-try

Watching his last breath's gasp, but all that came was death
Fuck a nigga who, couldnt meet there grandpa's respect Cuz
He's duckin' It, right now I have been told Im not the nigga to be fuckin wit'
See my empty shells why they hit the floor, Never seeing him Its Illegite'

They call me Wreck-age, Not a soul could ever "Wreck-it"
Steppin to a mic, Is unmentioned, Sonning bitches Like the sun-did
Callin me candid, Sneakin up on you like Ali's Jab's-Hit
Fuck this rapshit, take it and Wipe it , Wreck has been established

|Hook|x2
Hatin on druggie's who keep on passin"eet"(it)
Never could get down wit the glass city'
Angels on fire cuz' all soldierz die
Listen to the beat Cuz even men do cry


P.s, All this was done by me.... SAB MEANS, "Same As Body"=Me, lol

Uppin