So Glorious lyrics

by

Killer Mike


[Intro: Killer Mike]
Man, my story is, so glorious
You know, I started off so notorious
I will die a legend like Notorious
My story is, so glorious

Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, shine!

[Verse: Killer Mike]
My story is, so glorious
Fat fly boy, young Notorious
Notorious, for move makin'
I got a pistol for a pig, cook bacon
I'm a young G
I'm a E.V., educated villain
Who f*ckin' with me?
I'm a book reader
I'm a gang leader
Triple bang and salute when the gang see him
I'm in position that these other rappers envy
They major, broke, and I get rich indie
Yeah, I said I Get-Rich-IN-D
Trill definition of that G.R.I.N.D
God looked out, because my life changed
It weren't for rap, I'd have a job of sell cocaine
They say I celebrate the pusher, that's profane
I say to feed my babies y'all I'll do anything
I'll sell H, I'll sell C
Because Malik, Aniyah, Pony, Mike have gotta eat
And I refuse, cause I promised I would not lose
Until I'm gone, I'mma give these sucka' n*ggas blues
Here come the blues, n*gga!
Young Muddy Waters
In the club sweating hot with your sl*tty daughters
Young 8Ball, on my way to legendary
Even Pun will have to point and say, "That n*gga's very heavy!"
To son me, you gon' have to get a Bun B
Because the Pimp C in me won't let you pump me
Aye watch your mouth n*gga
I'm from the South n*gga
And you might smell my cologne at your house n*gga
Money, money, money
Seems that's all that I'm about, n*gga
I got a bad queen
She want a lot of things
And she gon' have it all
Tear down the mall
Good riddance to my ex-b*tches, I holla y'all
I see you and your new n*gga at my show
He love Pledge 2, he love song 4
I love the West side, I love Zone 4
Dixie Hills, Simpson Road that's what I do it for
Martin Luther King, Bankhead and Ashby
But now it's Lowery
That's where the loud be
And everywhere I be that's where the crowd be
But I'm a street n*gga, partner don't crowd me
And don't push me, and don't shush me
Cause I'm the opposite of whatever is pus*y
Ass n*gga, you ain't talking cash n*gga
Then it's lost in translation
Get up out my face and
Go to the room where the sucka' n*ggas sit
Sit around and talk some of that sucka n*gga sh*t
The way y'all cackling (?) is like y'all sucking n*gga's di*k
No homo promo, but y'all suckas acting like a b*tch
I fell off and came up again, I am 50 Cent
I know you don't love me
I'm black and I'm ugly
But I got money, so these fly b*tches f*ck me
And I got hits now, so you haters can't duck me
My life has turned to magic, this is David Copperfield
The pretty women hug me and beg for me to cop a feel
Them crackas call a n*gga they want me to cop a deal
But I don't talk 360 unless we talking 'bout a mil
If they talking major money, we can talk and that's what up
If they ain't talking 'bout that then I remain indie as f*ck
They say I'm underrated and they sorry for my loss
And I reply I'm sorry that y'all broke and got a boss
On Pledge 1 I told the world what I'm about to do
The blind couldn't see it so I showed 'em Pledge 2
God In the Building had to help 'em gain focus
Pledge 3 is here, I give you the magnum opus
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