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Glory Of War
Stevie Wonder on the
pianos Geechi Liberace in the
building Ray Charles on the
flute Sway wallabies, I
follow policies Always give her game every time she swallow me Shooting blanks, but you gotta hit the
chart at least Seen a
lot of young MCs even die for peace Niggas posting pictures while I'm posted in Belize Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees Being overseas is a
daily routine Young niggas traveling the
world, that's just been in our genes Put the
gang together, now you niggas traumatized Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan Scramble like I'm number 9
during the
summertime Doubling back number 1, I'm doubling back around Drop DC4 then shut Atlantic down 8
figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound Hit the
Bay and let Berner know that I
want a
pound In LA, get the
Bentley truck just to run around 305 nigga 'til they gun me down Little kids in the
streets gotta come in the
house When the
shots ring, even cops pause Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss Funny how a
rich nigga was so poor at math Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back It's leather bell-ringing man 80 bands Middle of the
floor, time for the
money dance It's a
time for politics and it's a
time to kill Fast break and we coming like the
Cavaliers I
could turn a
nigga city to a
battlefield And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000 Tony Draper in H-Town with the
coupes out These my niggas on call and we bring the
suits out Pool party, it's popping like Uncle Luke house Fake niggas, it's time that we pull ya skirts up At the
table and pussy niggas ain't worth nothing Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a
[?] line Nothing really than [?] still alive Niggas body dropping like a
holocaust The
glory of war really your mama loss First time all your kids got to play together Holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together Funny how a
rich nigga was so poor at math Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back It's leather bell-ringing man 80 bands Middle of the
floor, time for the
money dance I
cut off some more friends and family members Hope they know I'm the
raw nigga, a
cold villain Haters still hating 50 million later I'mma tell you like a
player, better get some paper Still can't believe it all as I
walk my halls Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, "Free my dogs" Little homie didn't rob, but he took the
charge Dade County niggas still behind them bars
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