Glory

Verse 1: Da$H:

Prr! I swear I wasn't made to punch a clock?, gettin' high playin' love me or love me not
Long clips, holdin' me around 'cause she can throw the dick
Emotionless, my work the definition a poem is
Dismissed distractions pissed from when '86 look like Toni Braxton (Real, real)
The phones reacting wrong, only endin' the Lord of .40's clappin'
Land you chumps, on some stuff to kill and bands still ain't hard enough
The baddest slump, the worst of the bunch
I feel like Jim Jones, I'm sippin' cyanide in the punch (sippin'!), I feel like Jim Jones
I'm pissy drunk, throwin' it up (Prr!)
Set while I'm out of town
Bullets get a nigga out the game if he get outta bounds
I pound for pound the best like I'm Tyson, spittin' fire words (Yeah)
Trigger tiger bomb while I'm writin', keep tryin' light the herb (Bet)
Who the fuck you thought it was? Dialin' like Leatherface
I kill tryin' catch a buzz
Playin' Tug o' War with myself, dunno who gon' win
Shot it down in this block ain't heard shit now who won't spin, nigga, yeah

Verse 2: ANKHLEJOHN:

Poo poo poo poo poo...!
Rivaled up emotions released through tiger bone (Tiger bone...)
Cockroaches, pissy halls, graffiti walls
I fuck with niggas that come from them kinda homes! (Them homes, huh?)
Gettin' the rawest head, the record scratch you up over the cord like they hang you by yo' neck, and watchin' history fold, yeah!
My man battled with withdrawals PTSD-ass put his life stains off 'til they piss him off (Piss him off!)
And those many nights I piss Cristal
Shove 'em sees off threef? like Chris Paul, I only did it before (Did it before)!
This remind you of sex with pleasure like I feel it raw (huh!?)
Chop the patty in the centerfold, huh, yeah!
To calm me down it's gon' take more than what they thought, I'm killin' 'em soft
I wanted to take many things (What)
I'm just not feedin' the law (Not at all!)
Yeah, I put you on that shit like the rain in the cross give 'em its light's head
Slide off with the slight breast
She don't even like men
She use a brown paper bag tryin' to judge you if you lightskinned!
Huh?!

Verse 3: Sauce Heist:

Yeah it's like that, Heist like the nice life, you know the vibes!
Free my niggas in the cage eatin' octopus
Puttin' butter in their ways, live the phrase "crime pays"
Feelin' like Sticky on Last Dayz (Ah!)
PTSD, I just, might dump the safe in palacés
I ain't smile since mama died, my repertoire sex, money and homicide (Facts!)
Bent black slide ARs fly (too too too too too too...!)
Your bloodline not fit for a wise guy, Bronx nigga
My aura like Godfish (Ha!)
Be careful what you wish for, when Tuddy's draw your lips (Ha, ha!)
Got you gone off hood rich
Spit 5K on Polo draws, Shaheed still runnin' odds! (Ha, ha!)
Nigga you ain't one of us
Stop simin'? the slut time, I need extra hours!
The Towers what made my city fall
My next shit may come in in a uHAUL (uh), and Sauce
Don't blame it on the alcohol (Don't blame it on the alcohol Lord...!)
Might slap the shit outchu
Got me feelin' like Be Stars? to owe me (Owe me!)
Leave yo' body floatin' in Schitt's Creek, you know who it be!

Chorus: NKI:

Ohh, yeah ohh, ahh, you know half is enough, baby, and seek it out
You gotta understand what these niggas all about
You fuckers on your own bring a [?], blink about
You caught yourself in gold notes or just move now
Don't overthink your throne, his ass see ya clown?
Come on, come on, baby, gotta play the plot
You such a go-soft, like you have it now
Come on, come on, know you have it now, yeah