Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Glass In The Face’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Where I come from, niggas greezy (grimy), you deceive me (damn)
I got rich, I motivate my niggas like I’m Jeezy
I can leave the house, get caught without my gun, easy
Honestly I know nobody, but my son need me (youngin)
I went broke to see you eat, I know you don’t believe me
Just be patient with me bae, I know you wanna leave me
Took my heart from off my sleeve, replaced it with somthin’ freezy (woo)
Knee deep in them trenches toting 40 Glocks with deezy
Walking through the valley of the shadows (shadows)
All these niggas shallow (pussies)
I’m with apes, these niggas snakes and shit, I see they rattles
Niggas singing like A Boogie, man I hear they high notes
Hit my niggas out in High Bridge if they wanna battle
You ain’t really living like that pussy, why you lie for? (F*ck)
Eye for eye, so the same shit I cry over, I die for
Make you famous, if we pull your name, something like a raffle (make you famous)
How you trust a Adam told her she gonna bite the apple
Glass in the face (glass in the face)
Rolex fucking up my eye sight
I make your ass look away (your ass look away)
F*ck it, they put a bag on my head
I put a bag on your face (bag on your face)
Baby, you ain’t got to take a cab, nah
I’ll put your ass in a Wraith (your ass in a Wraith)
I don’t wanna go in the club if they ain’t letting me in with the ratchet
I can never even trust again, ’cause I know niggas be nasty
You know my jacket is Balmain and I got the denim to match it
I swear I don’t wanna be broke again, nah, I can only imagine
I remember I, I
I ain’t have no money standing on the block
I remember why, why
Nigga wasn’t really tryna make no money
I was chasing homicide (f*ck)
If one of my niggas died then yours can’t come outside
I ain’t really thinking about that no more, I listen now
It’s a million or more, my vision now
Big ass crib out in Bel Air Hills
Everybody get a plate in my kitchen now
I be setting up place for a whole lot of M’s
Did the same last year, and I’m richer now
Last time I seen bro, had a bustdown Patek
And they got shot lit for a Richard now
And my car go, whoo like a whistler
Pop out, ten chains on like a prisoner
And I could’ve been a statistic
Now I can teach a young nigga about business
Speaking of business, please do not be no witness
Mind it, no we do not leave no witness
How the f*ck is it hard to find nigga like me? I’m not hiding
Glass in the face (glass in the face)
Rolex fucking up my eye sight
I make your ass look away (your ass look away)
F*ck it, they put a bag on my head
I put a bag on your face (bag on your face)
Baby, you ain’t got to take a cab, nah
I’ll put your ass in a Wraith (your ass in a Wraith)
I don’t wanna go in the club if they ain’t letting me in with the ratchet
I can never even trust again, ’cause I know niggas be nasty
You know my jacket is Balmain and I got the denim to match it
I swear I don’t wanna be broke again, nah, I can only imagine