Glorious Mourning

Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Hyde] Uh-huh, it's Ricky Woo [Verse 1: Rick Hyde] 'Round here, it's better when you got the strength in numbers Hustle all winter, then we kill 'em every summer N***** sellin' Oxy's, eight balls, tryna come up (Uh) We was even sellin' H, too— like a Hummer I kept my enemies close (Close), my friends was at a distance They think that I'm stand-off-ish, I'm just watchin' my position (Word) The top feel a little different, especially when you glistenin' All I know is trees wrapped in bells like it's Christmas Actions speak louder, look at this, for instance (Okay) I can tell you I'ma shoot you, but, to do it is the difference (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) At first you gotta set the quota, to make it is the mission (That money) Everytime I'm countin' like I'm speakin' to existence, uh I shower in success, hope it wash away my sorrow Lord, forgive me for my sins, 'cause you ain't promised tomorrow (Nope) My stress is in this blunt, my problems in this bottle Your life is at my fingertip, this forty filled with hollows, motherfucker Uh [Interlude: Keisha Plum & Benny the Butcher] Prepare for a mental funeral Mass graveyards for the visual N***** always wanna eat off your plate But, only if it's brunch at the Four Seasons They pretend to love you for all the wrong reasons Hard to trust a soul, it's a wonder I'm still breathin' Lucifer was an angel first Fell from grace, virgins chase Gold crown on my head Mirror, stare into the devil's face God almost took my breath away N***** stay strapped every single day The knowledge we drop is foreign The free slave is an oxymoron Give you a luxurious death, drive-bys in the foreign Keisha Plum, Rick Hyde Glorious Mourning Yeah Ah, the Butcher comin', n**** Yo [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] It's a difference from n***** fakin' and hustlers who really shakin' (Really shakin') I'm Deion with the stars on his jersey, and Ricky Aikman (Uh) Why give a statement? I come home loyal, and get a banquet The Feds had you hidin' out in a basement way out in Anchorage, huh Y'all not finna prove me wrong, just watch how I do these frauds (Just watch) I'm tipsy off champagne I got from the Louis store (I got from the Louis store) We prophets with jewelry on Ostrich and Gucci on (Ostrich and—) And you was gettin' robbed on blocks I was loopy on, let's go Prison on a man, I never wish that It's crazy, though, 'cause y'all made decisions, I made an impact I probably felt sorry for n***** and gave a bitch back (I gave your bitch back) But, I don't never remember givin' a lick back (Yo, that's mine) Ay, look, I fought my evil ways, 'cause the cash tempt me The bottle talkin' to me, sayin' that it's half-empty Ay, look, Black Soprano Mob, I'm still so Griselda (Brrt) I gave 'em plates in the hood like a homeless shelter (The Butcher comin', n****) [Outro: Benny the Butcher] Let's go Ugh