Listen to Glory by Hodgy

Glory

Hodgy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hodgy
Hodgy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerard Long
Gerard Long
Lyrics
Tony Cottrell
Tony Cottrell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hi-Tek
Hi-Tek
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Sensitive That sensitiveness is for you, I'm sorry that's a big one That's a big one, forgiveness Forgiveness don't really mean you need to like that person You don't even have to like them to forgive them If I could ask for anything, it would be apprehension Malice is pretentious, no further questioning Balanced with a shin splint, down to Earth how it's sitting My flows are pimping, this shit rot, y'all gone have to exhibit Dissecting my life apart like a frog with no rib bit I've done it this time, I did it, they snitching to the witness I've crumbled it down to stretch and move the quickness Hunger is the sickness, zombies coming with a vengeance I go figure on the hill like Tom with his inventions Love for my music, my people, remind me my intentions It's a battle to get it right when your thoughts are henchmens True to survive in the night, the fight, or flight Firefight, the fire, the fireflies shining bright at night The brightest light my future, I'ma 'til it's outta sight You're free to them right, can't climb my height I say it louder, twice, I'm 'bout that life until I'm out of life to live Punchlines haven't received a flow Before I'm out the game, make sure nobody did it how I did I should be first on your browser list Check my music out, it's sick, I might buy me a house with this I'm black, and I'm young, and I'm f- strapped with a - They can't talk crap 'cause they dumb Don't know what the - happening They say, Jesus' piece like I'm back to back with a nun He resurrected his life for his - sake, just to have you some fun There comes a time in a man's life Doing crime is just a man's vice Vaporize, my brain is paying pan fried I sublime until I am high You can't tell a man what he can't try Watch the faith of a mustard seed expand in size I'm the shit, but at least he can't fly Jagged edges like a ham pie I'm getting cheese now where's the damn Rye She need my wishes, my command right? Right? I tell my man I can't wait for you to come home Drum line, one band, one sound, trumpets, and trombones I feel the - growth like processed hormones My intuition is the unknown I let it ripen 'til you smell it like it's cologne Serving niggas with appetizers, the rap arrival I put the beat to sleep, call me the trackquilliser Dandelion in the middle of the desert, analyze it If she ask me which way to go, I bet I can't advise her Listen to one of my tracks, label me the antagoniser Niggas be like Hodgy need to grab the bible So I grabbed the bible, study like I fathom idols You after fame nigga, I'm after the title The best What it is a man without his word, his word What it is a man without his What it is a man without his word, his word What it is a man without it What it is a man without his word, his word What it is a man without it What it is a man without his word, his word What it is a man without it What it is a man without his word, his word What it is a man without it What it is a man without his word, his word What it is a man without it What it is a man without his word, his word What it is a man without it What it is a man without his word, his word What it is a
Writer(s): Tony Cottrell, Gerard Long Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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