Testo Glory - V Don
Testo della canzone Glory (V Don), tratta dall'album Too Late 4 Tears (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist)
You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds
You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds
Swear I wasn't made to punch a clock
Get high, playin' Love Me or Love Me Not
Lone cliffs, ho only around 'cause she can throat the dick
Emotionless, my work the definition of Pro in this
Dismiss distractions, bitch from 186 look like Toni Braxton
Foes react and run, only endin' in order 40s clappin'
Laugh, you chumps, on some stuff to
Kill a bear, still ain't had enough
The baddest luck, the worst of the bunch
I feel like Jim Jones, I'm sippin' cyanide in the punch
I feel like Jim Jones, I'm pissy drunk, throwin' it up
Strapped while I'm outta town
Bullets'll get a nigga out the game if he get outta bounds
I'm pound-for-pound the best like I'm Tyson, speak them fightin' words
Drinkin' Tiger Bööne while I'm writin', keep tryin' to light the herb
Who the fuck you thought it was?
Dollar like Leatherface, I'll kill you tryin' to catch a buzz
Playin' tug-of-war with myself, don't know who gon' win
Shot it down on this block, ain't hit shit, know who want spin
Nigga
Rotten love emotions release through tiger bones
Cockroaches, pissy whores through fitty walls
I fuck with niggas that come from these kinda homes
Gang of raws, had the records scratched, shook over the cord
Let it hang you by your neck and watch your history fall
Yeah, my man battled through withdraws
PTSD, I swear the spider's things'll really piss him off
It was many nights I piss, glitched on
Served in 603 for life, Chris Paul, I really did it before
Just remind you of sexual pleasure like the feelin' of raw
Chuck the body in the cylinder for, yeah
To calm me down, it's gon' take more
Than Ritalin, dawg, I'm killin' 'em soft
I'm willin' to take anything, I'm just not feelin' the loss
Yeah, I put you on that shit like you written across
Give him a slight temp, slide off with a slight grin
She don't even like men
She use a brown paper bag, tryna judge if you light-skinned, huh?
Yeah, it's like that
Heist life, the nice life, you know the vibes
Free my niggas in the cage
Eatin' octopus, puttin' butter in they ways
Litter phrase, crime pays
Feelin' like Sticky on last days
PTSD, I just might dump the safe in Palisades
I ain't smile since momma died
My repertoire, sex, money, and homicide
Bend blocks, lettin' ARs fly
Your bloodline not fit for a wise guy
Bronx nigga, my aura like Godfish
Be careful what you wish for when toolies draw your lips
Got you done off, hood rich
Spent 5K on polo drawers, Sy-E still runnin' ours
Nigga, you ain't one of ours
Stop sign on your slop time, I need extra hours
The tower's what made my city fall
My next shipment comin' in the U-Haul, it's ours
Don't blame it on the alcohol, might slap the shit out you
Got me feelin' like Beastars, the old me
Leave your body floatin' in shits creek, you know who it be
You don't have to deny it, but don't seek it out
You gotta understand what these niggas all about
You focus on your own, bring the prize, bring a bow
You coat yourself in gold, no talk, just move now
Don't overthink it, though, from this day to your crown
Come on, come on, baby, power play the plow
You searchin' for the storm, scratch that, holla now
Come on, come on, know you're happy now
Credits
Writer(s): Tivon Key, Darien Corey Dash Jr., John Tucker
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30 for 30 (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist)
Elimination (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist)
30 for 30 (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist) [Instrumental]
Glory (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist) [Instrumental]
Elimination (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist) [Instrumental]
Elimination (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist) [Remix]