Bobby Rhude
(专辑: Peace "Fly" God - 2022)
Brra (Woah) Griselda The
glory Brra Brra, son (Yeah) Before our very eyes, the
heroin game became something else Something for wealth, whip the
work and leave hunnids of welts It hurts when your friends become addicts and don't want any help (Man) Rest in peace my nigga that died with his gun in his belt We tried and tested (Spin out here) Mind detect the
mind, my destiny, make the
right investments Bitches see me and asking all kind of questions Teflon vest (Fuck outta here), shorty in designer dresses She bugging out all the
time, stressed (Damn, mama) Fuck if I'm impressed with you lil' niggas, minor flexes (Fuck outta here) Sign the
checks and then fly to Texas, shining necklace Two or three shits, my name and rank is too prestigious (I'm the
God) I'm never falling off or running out of gas reason (Never) Niggas eager to do me like Judas'll do to Jesus (Uh-huh) Brutus was backstabbed, his best friend Julius Caesar The
empire rise and fall (Niggas is snakes) Taught a
few niggas who legends now how to ball (That's a
fact) The
thought of living luxury, had us by the
balls (Adlibs) Came a
long way from beating Percocet fiends in the
alley with Tylenols The
glory (Woah) The
glory (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm so proud of myself, I
never fell victim (Nah) Some niggas never coming up out the
penal system (Swear to God, nigga) Some niggas used to be dons, now they sniffing downers (It's crazy) Dominican niggas with power that brought in bricks of powder I'm in the
Fontainebleau lobby drinking whiskey sours The
glory (Uh-huh) The
glory (You know what I'm sayin'?) (That's how it feel, baby, you know what I'm sayin'?) (We go hard for ours, dawg, you know what I
mean?) The
glory (Yeah) Gloria Estefan as a
neighbor, that's the
ambition, hands glisten Hunnid grand missions, now the
fans wishing To see who Daddy Nack Mandela be hitting, Japan shitting (Uh-huh) Son, I
got at least two bad bitches, OnlyFans clicking (We getting money) You wouldn't tell by the
look of my trap, you're standing in an advanced kitchen (Serving slabs) I'm gram pitching, FBI circuits jammed and glitching (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) Niggas see me, they whining and bitching (Fuck wrong with' you?) The
glory (Hahaha) The
glory (Yeah) I'm nothing like the
rest of these niggas with the
same story Aim the
40 (Baow), infinite bankrolls, share the
vision with her, take a
seat Give me a
few minutes, let me explain the
story (Let me break it down to you) You'll 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 (Following the
digits, man) (That shit lethal)