Testo Glory - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone Glory (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Real Is Rare
Nothing came easy, bitch, I had to grind for it
Times hard, I'd rob a nigga if I can't afford it
Young niggas They'll shoot about it — I pay they lawyers
I don't feel no kind of bad 'bout it, sorry, I can't be sorry
Catch a nigga by himself, it's a whole different story
Tryna tell him level up — man, we on different stories
All the killers and drug dealers, the only one get the glory
Promise if we do this shit that you won't tell a soul
You'd think it was a UFC match, how we slingin' bows
A lot of niggas got too many bitch ways — I'd rather hang with hoes
But I told shawty I can't lay up, ain't no finger rolls
Can't see a nigga shining? Wait — let me take a pose
I'm the same nigga every day, I just change clothes
The four-nickel silverback — I'm in ape mode
I'm the hood Tarzan, big shark on land
When me and my niggas move out, then you haul ass
I used to fake my teacher's signature on the hall pass
Where I'm from, you could get left stankin' from talking trash
They wanna see a nigga in the grave under tall grass
All the snakes in the lawn where the lawnmower man
Nothing came easy, bitch, I had to grind for it
Times hard, I'd rob a nigga if I can't afford it
Young niggas'll shoot about it — I pay they lawyers
I don't feel no kind of bad 'bout it, sorry, I can't be sorry
Catch a nigga by himself, it's a whole different story
Try and tell him, level up — man, we on different stories
All the killers and drug dealers, don't no one get the glory
Promise if we do this shit that you won't tell it soul
Young niggas got their first body at fourteen years old
Threw the gun away, bought a new Glock — that bitch black and chrome
See bullets flying over niggas' heads like a drone
I know Teedy Baby gon' ride with me if I'm right or wrong
Tryna do a little good, hoping it'll right my wrongs
Feds just kicked in my partner's door, I'm scared to go home
I ain't got time to be waiting — bitch, don't take too long
You ain't gotta stand at the back of the line when your paper long
Gotta keep your gun on safety every day it's on
Same nigga killed you — hugging your mama, telling her stay strong
Can't even say you don't know who did it, 'cause they make it known
Shoving a brick with a tank top and an apron on
Nothing came easy, bitch, I had to grind for it
Times hard, I'd rob a nigga if I can't afford it
Young niggas'll shoot about it — I pay they lawyers
I don't feel no kind of bad 'bout it, sorry, I can't be sorry
Catch a nigga by himself, it's a whole different story
Try and tell him, level up — man, we on different stories
All the killers and drug dealers don't even get the glory
Promise if we do this shit that you won't tell a soul
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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