Glorify
Remember I was broke and I was hungry, Couldn't get a crumb
Now they in my face with they hands out, lookin' dumb
This is not no fuckin' 30 clip, this a drum Nigga Talkin' crazy like he drunk, gave him
Red rum Fiends say they lovin' this new drop, I'm like
It's more to come Touchin' blues is regular to Me, I think I'm
Mordecai, I just rolled your big homie up Bitch, I'm more than high, the young niggas
Finna hear this, and they gon' glorify it Cook a Nigga, flip him like a burger, now
He carry out I done been crossed so many Times, I don't
Care now I was down, nobody stuck around, so I don't
Share now Fa fa Those was K-rounds, swingin' Down they block
We gon' slide, it's a playground In a nigga's city, Bustin' shit like the
Greyhounds Gave me her heart, silly bitch, You not my
Valentine Shot on my kids in her mouth, like a Columbine
She don't get to eat this dick for free, like it's Lunchtime
And she make too much, but she talk too much Told her kick rocks, everybody hate to see
Me winnin' like I'm Chris Rock I remember I Was broke and I was hungry, couldn't
Get a crumb Now they in my face with they Hands out, lookin
Dumb This is not no fuckin' 30 clip, this a drum
Nigga talkin' crazy like he drunk, gave him red Rum
Fiends say they lovin' this new drop, I'm like, It's more to come
Touchin' blues is regular to me, I think I'm Mordecai
I just rolled your big homie up, bitch, I'm more than high
The young niggas, finna hear this, and they gon' glorify it
ProblemChild, Watched my mama cry, left me traumatized
Saw my homie, mama cry, so you know I gotta slide
Where I come from, ain't no feelings, tuck your tail, or bust your strap
I'ma slide for my brothers, they gon' always have my back
This one for my young, playin' ball, they gon' slide to this
Bitch hit my phone, ain't talkin' money, ain't got time for this
They say they know me, but I don't know em
Head up with this case, but I ain't fold
I was broke and I was hungry, couldn't get a crumb
Now they in my face with they hands out, Lookin' dumb
This is not no fuckin' 30 clip, this a drum
Nigga talkin' crazy like he drunk, gave him red Rum
Fiends say they lovin' this new drop, I'm like, it's more to come
Touchin' blues is regular to me, I think I'm Mordecai
Bitch, I'm more than high, the young niggas
Finna hear this and they gon' glorify it
Now they in my face with they hands out, lookin' dumb
This is not no fuckin' 30 clip, this a drum Nigga Talkin' crazy like he drunk, gave him
Red rum Fiends say they lovin' this new drop, I'm like
It's more to come Touchin' blues is regular to Me, I think I'm
Mordecai, I just rolled your big homie up Bitch, I'm more than high, the young niggas
Finna hear this, and they gon' glorify it Cook a Nigga, flip him like a burger, now
He carry out I done been crossed so many Times, I don't
Care now I was down, nobody stuck around, so I don't
Share now Fa fa Those was K-rounds, swingin' Down they block
We gon' slide, it's a playground In a nigga's city, Bustin' shit like the
Greyhounds Gave me her heart, silly bitch, You not my
Valentine Shot on my kids in her mouth, like a Columbine
She don't get to eat this dick for free, like it's Lunchtime
And she make too much, but she talk too much Told her kick rocks, everybody hate to see
Me winnin' like I'm Chris Rock I remember I Was broke and I was hungry, couldn't
Get a crumb Now they in my face with they Hands out, lookin
Dumb This is not no fuckin' 30 clip, this a drum
Nigga talkin' crazy like he drunk, gave him red Rum
Fiends say they lovin' this new drop, I'm like, It's more to come
Touchin' blues is regular to me, I think I'm Mordecai
I just rolled your big homie up, bitch, I'm more than high
The young niggas, finna hear this, and they gon' glorify it
ProblemChild, Watched my mama cry, left me traumatized
Saw my homie, mama cry, so you know I gotta slide
Where I come from, ain't no feelings, tuck your tail, or bust your strap
I'ma slide for my brothers, they gon' always have my back
This one for my young, playin' ball, they gon' slide to this
Bitch hit my phone, ain't talkin' money, ain't got time for this
They say they know me, but I don't know em
Head up with this case, but I ain't fold
I was broke and I was hungry, couldn't get a crumb
Now they in my face with they hands out, Lookin' dumb
This is not no fuckin' 30 clip, this a drum
Nigga talkin' crazy like he drunk, gave him red Rum
Fiends say they lovin' this new drop, I'm like, it's more to come
Touchin' blues is regular to me, I think I'm Mordecai
Bitch, I'm more than high, the young niggas
Finna hear this and they gon' glorify it
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Writer(s): Ahdonnus Franklin
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