Glory

[Intro: Sample]

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[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]

They told me, "Better look out or get took out"

Know some niggas that never made it home from the cookout

You either square, play ball, hustle, or go the jux route

Win or lose, no in-between, survival what the hood 'bout

Don't be scared to fight, put up a good bout

Roll the dice, gamble life; married to the game, wedding bands and rites

Energy expensive and my time is an outlandish price

Got diamonds in my mind, so understand I need my bands precise

[Verse 2: TEK]

I'll be rockin' both my gold chains when I be in the shower

Move around like a ghost so it give me power

Because what a nigga don't know 'bout, he can't destroy

Next to pussy, revenge is the sweetest joy

That's what I heard; action over words

You don't get nowhere in life by fuckin' bein' scurred

Better pick your balls up along with this 40

For my respect, I'm goin' out in a blaze of glory

[Verse 3: Rome Streetz]

Today's math is cash, think fast or get left behind

Your conversation they pay, I pay you niggas no nevermind

It costs you nothin' to pay attention, just know I'm gettin' mine

Your mind's full of swine, me and your kind can never intertwine

[Verse 4: TEK]

Ayo

I learned you can't please everybody, so stop tryin'

They call Muhammad a false prophet, say he was lyin'

Two dope boys; y'all average niggas borin'

Send shots through the window and doors on your foreigns

[Interlude: Sample]

So full of hate, you just wanna go out and fight everybody

'Cause you been whipped and chased by hounds

Well, that might not be livin', but it sure as hell ain't dyin'

And dying's what these white boys been doin' for goin' on three years now

Dyin' by the thousands - dyin' for you, fool

I know, 'cause I dug the graves

And all the time I'm diggin', I'm askin' myself, "When? When, oh Lord is gonna be our time?"

Well, time's comin'

[Verse 5: Rome Streetz & TEK]

Time tickin', this cloth a different concept, we shine different

Came a long way from cuttin' dimes in my mom's kitchen

Mind on a mission, got motivation and ambition

Brain is a rifle and I got infinite ammunition

For all my enemies, I got bullets with names on 'em

Glizzy's with infs on 'em, gloves leave no prints on 'em

Fleek G-O-D, nigga, me in the flesh

You talkin' 40 and over? I gotta be one of the best

Nonetheless, keep somethin' to dump in your chest

Better cut the check, but it's chess

Your next move correct, pawns get popped

Kings lose the crown, 'fuck you expect?

You better live to death

It ain't too many left of my caliber; Hellcat or the Challenger

Fuck you and your manager, swing cannon Excalibur

Who you think you fuckin' with, dick?

You fuckin' amateurs

Me and Rome had your bitch, we fuckin' sandwiched her

This the crack fiend smokin' out of the Coke canister

Dope demonstration, shots for these niggas hatin'

Hustled in the staircases, made sales by the banister

Now the flow got me in front of media cameras

Your new shit couldn't fuck with shit that I did years ago

I'm light years ahead...