Glory

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Da$H] Brr I swear I wasn't made to punch or cry, gettin' high playin' love me or love me not Long clips, holdin' me around 'cause she get off the dick Emotionless, my work the definition a poem is Dismissed distractions, bitch from 186 look like Toni Braxton (Real, real) The phones reactin' wrong, only endin' the lord of 40's clappin' Land you chumps, on some stuff to kill 'em bands, still ain't had enough The baddest luck, the worst of the bunch, I feel like Jim Jones I'm sippin' cyanide in the punch (sippin'), I feel like Jim Jones I'm pissy drunk, throwin' it up (Brr) Set while I'm out of town Bullets get a nigga out the game if he get outta bounds I pound for pound the best like I'm Tyson, spittin' fire words (Yeah) Trigger tiger bone while I'm writin', keep tryna light the herb (Bet) Who the fuck you thought it was? Dialin' like Leatherface I kill tryin' catch a buzz Playin' Tug o' War with myself, dunno who gon' win (Yeah) Shot it down in this block ain't heard shit, now who won't spin, nigga, yeah [Verse 2: ANKHLEJOHN]: Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo... Rivaled up emotions released through tiger bone (Tiger bone) Cockroaches, pissy halls, graffiti walls I fuck with niggas that come from them kinda homes (Them kinda homes, huh?) Gettin' the rawest head, the record scratch you up over the cord like they hang you by yo' neck, and watchin' history fold, yeah My man battled with withdrawals, PTSD, I sweat his life stains off 'til they piss him off (Piss him off) And those many nights I piss Cristal (Doo doo doo doo doo doo...) Shove 'em? 6 on 3 like Chris Paul, I really did it before (Did it before) This remind you of sexual pleasure like you feel it raw (Huh?) Chop your baddie in the centerfold, yeah (In the centerfold, huh?) To calm me down it's gon' take more than realer than dark, I'm killin' 'em soft I'm ready to take any thieves (What?) I'm just not feedin' the lost (Not at all! Doo doo doo doo doo doo...) Yeah, I put you on that shit like [?], give 'em a slight tan Slide off with the slight grin She don't even like men (She don't even-naw) She use a brown paper bag tryna judge you if you lightskinned (Huh?) [Verse 3: Sauce Heist] Yeah, it's like that, Heist like the nice life, you know the vibes (You know the vibes) Free my niggas in the cage eatin' octopus (Uh) Puttin' butter in their ways, live the phrase "crime pays" Feelin' like Sticky on Last Dayz (Ah) PTSD, I just, might dump the safe in palacés (Money, money) I ain't smile since mama died My repertoire: sex, money and homicide (Facts) Bent black slide?, ARs fly (Too too too too too too...) Your bloodline not fit for a wise guy, Bronx nigga My aura like Guy Fish (Ha) Be careful what you wish for, when toolies draw your lips (Ha, ha) Got you gone off hood rich Spit 5K on Polo draws, Shaheed still runnin' odds (Another black man [?]. Haha!) Nigga, you ain't one of us (Nothin' nice) Stop [?], it's slight time, I need extra hours (I need extra hours, nigga, gimme that!) The Towers what made my city fall My next shit may come in in a uHAUL (uh), and, Sauce Don't blame it on the alcohol (Don't blame it on the alcohol, God) Might slap the shit outchu Got me feelin' like Be Stars? to owe me (Owe me) Leave yo' body floatin' in Schitt's Creek, you know who it be (You know who it be) [Chorus: NKI] Ohh, yeah, ohh, ahh You don't have it enough, baby, and seek it out You gotta understand what these niggas all about You fuck us on your own, bring a ride, blink about You caught yourself in gold notes or just move now Don't overthink your throne, they said "see ya, clown" Come on, come on, baby, gotta play the plot You such a go-soft, like you have it now Come on, come on, know you have it now, ah, ah, ah, ah