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Before her very eyes, a heroin game became somethin' else Somethin' for wealth, whip the work and leave hunnids where-else It hurts when your friends become addicts and don't want any help Rest in peace my nigga that died with his gun in his belt We tried to test it (spinout here) My detector, my destiny, make you write a vespa Bitches see me, I'm askin' all kinds of quеstions Teflon vest (fuck outta here), shorty in designer dresses She buggin' out all the time, stressed (damn, mama) Fuck followin' oppressed, it's lil' niggas, minor flexes (fuck outta here) Signin' checks and then fly to Texas, solid necklace Two or three shits, my name Arexus So prestigious (I'm a god) I'm never fallin' off or runnin' out of gas reason (never) Niggas eager to do me like Judas do to Jesus (uh-huh) Bro done back-stabbed his best friend, Julius Caesar The empire rise before (big snake) Told a few niggas who legends now how to ball (that's a fact) Started livin' luxury, had us by the balls (adlibs) Came a long way from beatin' percocet fiends in the alley with tylenols The glory (woah) The glory (yeah, yeah, yeah) So proud of myself, I never fell victim (nah) Some niggas never comin', about to beat out the system (swear to god, nigga) Some niggas used to be dons, now they sniffin' diamond (crazy) Dominican niggas who powered or brought a bricks powder I made her found blue love and drinkin' with some showers The glory (uh-huh) The glory (you know what I'm sayin'?) (That's how it feel, baby) (You know, we go hard for ours, dawg, you know what I mean) Yeah, the glory (yeah) Glory your [?], that's an ambition, hands glisten Hunnid grand misses, not a fan of switchin' This fever, Daddy Nack Mandela from here to Japan shit (uh-huh) Son, I got at least two bad bitches on the fast clip (we're gettin' money) You were to tell by the look of my trap, it's scarier than an advance kissin' I'm grand pissin', FBI searched, hands to glisten Niggas see me, they want an ambition (fuck is wrong with you?) The glory (hahaha) The glory (yeah) I'm nothin' like the rest of these niggas with the same story Aim the forty (baow), infinite bankrolls, shit official with it, take a seat Give me a few minutes, let me explain the story (let me break it down) Be surprised what niggas ready to sacrifice for the fame and glory (for real) Peace to the legends that came before me (yeah) Glory (yeah) The glory (followin' digits, nigga) (That shit lethal)
Writer(s): Westside Gunn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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