Glory lyrics

by

Mobb Deep


[Verse]
It's Mr. Smoke-A-Lot-Of-Pot
Bathing Ape accessories, I'm wearing camouflage a lot
I'm a f*cking soldier, thought I told you we'd be on the top
Slow grind on and off the clock
Give me a sec, I'll get a model b*tch to swallow c*ck
Got these white girls everywhere screaming "Domo rocks!"
Put it down beautiful, 360 Tomahawks
Every n*gga say he sick, I think it's just a kind of cough
That sh*t give me a headache and ripping beats is my Tylenol
Making massacres of every single beat I'm rhyming on
b*tch, I been raw since I popped out them vagina walls
Better cuff that b*tch, cause I'll break your baby mama off
Drink the last hit of Kool Aid like "n*gga, I'm the boss"
b*tch I'm getting paid, f*ck whoever told me not to floss
Was struggling for a minute, my sh*t is just finally poppin off
Swag on 100, b*tches on my f*cking c*ck and balls
I tell em "hang out" cause I ain't really got time to stall
b*tches give me numbers but I don't really have the time to call
I'm focused on this money, give me everything
I want it all. I'm what goes up:
If I get higher then I'll never fall
Whole Gang run this sh*t, I guess it's like a marathon
Super Skywalker, it's apparent that I'm very gone
Young but I'm not playing with these n*ggas like Eddie Long
Feels like I'm really getting better after every song
So I'mma have to keep dropping this sh*t until I'm on the throne
Swear I be doing everything that's in my f*cking songs
Keep it real G, and I put that on my f*cking bong
Been a while since my first, you've been sleeping for too f*cking long
Said we'll fall off, but boy were you f*cking wrong
So let me set it straight: winning is my f*cking fate
Grab a bottle, celebrate. Roll that bomb and detonate
Insta-classic every track, every time I defecate
Homicide: add another line to my resume
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