Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Glorious, artist - Killer Mike.
Date of issue: 24.02.2011
Song language: English
So Glorious |
Man, my story is, so glorious |
You know, I started off so notorious |
I will die a legend like Notorious |
My story is, so glorious |
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, shine! |
My story is, so glorious |
Fat fly boy, young Notorious |
Notorious, for move makin' |
I got a pistol for a pig, cook bacon |
I’m a young G |
I’m a E.V., educated villain |
Who fuckin' with me? |
I’m a book reader |
I’m a gang leader |
Triple bang and salute when the gang see him |
I’m in position that these other rappers envy |
They major, broke, and I get rich indie |
Yeah, I said I Get-Rich-IN-D |
Trill definition of that G.R.I.N.D |
God looked out, because my life changed |
It weren’t for rap, I’d have a job of sell cocaine |
They say I celebrate the pusher, that’s profane |
I say to feed my babies y’all I’ll do anything |
I’ll sell H, I’ll sell C |
Because Malik, Aniyah, Pony, Mike have gotta eat |
And I refuse, cause I promised I would not lose |
Until I’m gone, I’mma give these sucka' niggas blues |
Here come the blues, nigga! |
Young Muddy Waters |
In the club sweating hot with your Slutty daughters |
Young 8Ball, on my way to legendary |
Even Pun will have to point and say, «That nigga’s very heavy!» |
To son me, you gon' have to get a Bun B |
Because the Pimp C in me won’t let you pump me |
Aye watch your mouth nigga |
I’m from the South nigga |
And you might smell my cologne at your house nigga |
Money, money, money |
Seems that’s all that I’m about, nigga |
I got a bad queen |
She want a lot of things |
And she gon' have it all |
Tear down the mall |
Good riddance to my ex-bitches, I holla y’all |
I see you and your new nigga at my show |
He love Pledge 2, he love song 4 |
I love the West side, I love Zone 4 |
Dixie Hills, Simpson Road that’s what I do it for |
Martin Luther King, Bankhead and Ashby |
But now it’s Lowery |
That’s where the loud be |
And everywhere I be that’s where the crowd be |
But I’m a street nigga, partner don’t crowd me |
And don’t push me, and don’t shush me |
Cause I’m the opposite of whatever is pussy |
Ass nigga, you ain’t talking cash nigga |
Then it’s lost in translation |
Get up out my face and |
Go to the room where the sucka' niggas sit |
Sit around and talk some of that sucka nigga shit |
The way y’all cackling (?) is like y’all sucking nigga’s dick |
No homo promo, but y’all suckas acting like a bitch |
I fell off and came up again, I am 50 Cent |
I know you don’t love me |
I’m black and I’m ugly |
But I got money, so these fly bitches fuck me |
And I got hits now, so you haters can’t duck me |
My life has turned to magic, this is David Copperfield |
The pretty women hug me and beg for me to cop a feel |
Them crackas call a nigga they want me to cop a deal |
But I don’t talk 360 unless we talking 'bout a mil |
If they talking major money, we can talk and that’s what up |
If they ain’t talking 'bout that then I remain indie as fuck |
They say I’m underrated and they sorry for my loss |
And I reply I’m sorry that y’all broke and got a boss |
On Pledge 1 I told the world what I’m about to do |
The blind couldn’t see it so I showed 'em Pledge 2 |
God In the Building had to help 'em gain focus |
Pledge 3 is here, I give you the magnum opus |