Glory
Let you know (Glory)
Ma feelings on the edge
I might die any day
I just wanna tell ma story
I just wanna let you know it
Glory
All ma dreams its a swing
I believe i'm a king.
On the streets, its legit
I have dreams of a mill
Momma was killed just for milk, it never brought peace
To the kids, family ever since
Shit
I just wanna let you know, this shit is way too real
The dream is way too big, never wake up until you see it on the screen
Had ma single parent on ma script and
Ma uncles on ma tunes
Niggas acting real, when they got no shit, its a bliss
Ma feelings on the edge
I might die any day
I just wanna tell ma story
I just wanna let you know it
Glory
Smoking green doesn't heal
My pain is bigger than santa claus bag
My soul sees music like a meal
Man I'm dead inside this shit it's heavy
Every time I put my Glock on the head
I don't fear death anymore
Tryna take my life but I think Abt jay
My life as a room it's so fucken dirty
It needs a broom.
looking to the scratches on the wall
I thinks it needs a paint.
I tried to live by the bible
And
I can't be saint
Ma feelings on the edge
I might die any day
I just wanna tell ma story
I just wanna let you know it
Glory
Ma feelings on the edge
I might die any day
I just wanna tell ma story
I just wanna let you know it
Glory
All ma dreams its a swing
I believe i'm a king.
On the streets, its legit
I have dreams of a mill
Momma was killed just for milk, it never brought peace
To the kids, family ever since
Shit
I just wanna let you know, this shit is way too real
The dream is way too big, never wake up until you see it on the screen
Had ma single parent on ma script and
Ma uncles on ma tunes
Niggas acting real, when they got no shit, its a bliss
Ma feelings on the edge
I might die any day
I just wanna tell ma story
I just wanna let you know it
Glory
Smoking green doesn't heal
My pain is bigger than santa claus bag
My soul sees music like a meal
Man I'm dead inside this shit it's heavy
Every time I put my Glock on the head
I don't fear death anymore
Tryna take my life but I think Abt jay
My life as a room it's so fucken dirty
It needs a broom.
looking to the scratches on the wall
I thinks it needs a paint.
I tried to live by the bible
And
I can't be saint
Ma feelings on the edge
I might die any day
I just wanna tell ma story
I just wanna let you know it
Glory
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Writer(s): Melford Master
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