Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Glory, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Glorious Dead
Song language: English
The Glory |
You see us as winners, when do we ever win? |
When am I even good enough? |
Acknowledge your friends |
Sometimes things get broken and we argue again |
Spent the last 20 minutes all inside of my head |
I’ll explain it as takin' cash on culture from the poachers |
Scopin' everything I have, ignorin' all the bullshit that made me mad |
Killin' coral reefs, smoking weed too fast |
Almost got skipped, bitch I read too fast, I don’t bleach my past |
These are the titles G’s supposed to have, cold in the summer |
Sweatin' bullets out on Flatbush Ave |
Spirit like I got a platinum plaque, modern acrobat, the mass effect |
I sharp shoot 'em, make them tap the mat, so accurate |
We represent the illest seniors, small demeaners |
Tellin' lies inside this room of cheaters |
Even at the stage of a fetus, I reclaim to repeat this to all my demons |
That’s pigeon-holin' your genius and feedin' right into weakness |
How can he write his thesis? |
He don’t believe in Jesus |
Sweetness, I’m almost speechless, for our future, egregious |
We gotta pick up the pieces shawty, I’m familiar with pain |
Used to play by myself when they considered it lame |
Do this thing by yourself, nothing is ever obtained |
Introverted but I’m emergin' the spark to the flames |
I won’t harp on a thing |
I won’t causin' the blame, but it’s hard to obtain |
I wanna see you winnin', I wanna see you get the cash |
Wanna see you finish, don’t wanna see you wave the flag |
Wanna see you try hard, wanna see you do it big |
Bringing champagne home, 'long as I could get a swig |
I wanna see you winnin', I wanna see you get the cash |
Wanna see you finish, don’t wanna see you wave the flag |
Wanna see you try hard, wanna see you do it big |
Bringing champagne home, 'long as I could get a swig |
A real friend’ll kill you if you asked him to |
Instead of stabbing on the back of you |
Just trying to get ahead |
But you can’t spend a dime if you work yourself dead |
We are so deep in love with the sinner but not the sin |
How could she turn my king size into a waterbed? |
Damn, I’m just sayin' |
Kick her out the crib and scream, «Baby, come back» |
Then kick her out again—I'm just crazy like that |
Bitches fall in love with a nigga out of his mind |
And I fall so deep into lust with a chick with a big behind |
My ex left cause I ain’t got no hits |
I heard her new boyfriend lumpin' her up with his fists |
But hey, you got what you asked for, I’m petty as shit |
That’s some food for thought, I let you do the dishes |
I wanna see you winnin', I wanna see you get the cash |
Wanna see you finish, don’t wanna see you wave the flag |
Wanna see you try hard, wanna see you do it big |
Bringing champagne home, 'long as I could get a swig |
I’m Faizon with no love, give love with a golden glove |
I’m the man with a golden gun, black man under golden sun |
I’m shinin', Jack Nicholson, wishes where my nickels went |
Kisses on my mistletoes, did I have a Christmas? |
No |
But I had a misses though, believe me, shoulda vacay’d in Tahiti |
Wishing you were dyin' with me, sweet as hugs and diabetes |
Leave me, love me, touch me, cut me, lustin' |
Fuck me, busty, dusty, old and rusted |
Baby, do you mind if I revise what’s in your mind? |
You see my call declined because a certain point in time |
I’m hopin' every line it hits like millimeter nine |
You beggin' me to change, that is a penny to a dime |
The realness in my spirit always gets you every time |
Optimistic like Optimus, we ain’t even reached our prime |
Roses are red and violence leads to violins |
End of discussion, I hope that we could still be friends |
Don’t take this shit for granted, I’m blessed just like my granny |
Shout out my Uncle Mannie, hey, hi, I hope you winnin' |
Gia, I hope you listenin' |
And Tommy hold your head, man fuck your heart condition |
Rihanna like my big momma, we call Penny Big Momma |
She like a hundred years old, that’s a real old timer |
Uncle Karl you in a better place |
Just know the pictures that you took gon' live forever and a motherfuckin' day |
Rest in peace Uncle Rob, we miss you, bless your heart |
Rihanna and my grandmomma took me in from the start |
Aunt Marie beatin' cancer, givin' everything she had |
My cousin Calvin showed me swag, my cousin Hebrew showed me straps |
Me and J used to hustle, he had that white, I had that green |
Who got them pills? |
We in Fort Greene, lil niggas on the scene |
God had four knives, that’s one for each pocket |
Gonna need nine lives if you get outta pocket |
If I see cousin James, I’ll knock his eye out his socket |
Diamante hold me down like I ain’t got a wallet |
Rest in peace to my sweet great-grandma Grace |
I wish my momma was alive, if I could see her face |
My grandfather used to say when I fucked up |
That I was just like my momma, tough love |
I wish I could see my kid way more than I could |
My baby momma holdin' grudges but the court will do good |