Glorified lyrics

Glorified

Glorified, Glorified, Glorified

Verse: 1
In the game of pain that rang the outlaws
Freaks come through at a 2 no draws
Stop for a sec tiga dont take a pause
If you dont see no pigs then there ain't no laws
Get beefy wit me 1 time when i rap
To all them other n*ggas is like bullets in the back
On the highway going f*cka f*cka fast
Blowing on a chopper when im mucka mucka mad
Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash
When nothing hurts tiga only when i laugh

Chorus:2x
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The mothaf*cka thinks is the fliest place

Verse: 2
Die mothaf*cka you know i ain't concerned
You make a mothaf*cka really do learn
Popeye n*gga and go home and eat spinach
Get back on the block i really can't finish
I'm ready to rap till the gods say quit
Until then freaks you gon hear my sh*t
Parden my manapose and parden my french
And god so check it out, put me in the mix
I'm shooting with my eyes closed at 5-0
Leaving every where i go smelling like a rose
Hanging out the car window whats up hoes
Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose
Chorus:2x
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The mothaf*cka thinks is the fliest place

Verse: 3
Your lucky you brothas go boom bang bang
America is the game with a gold wet rang
Keep ur daughtars chain my eyes never change
Hard to break like a cuban link chain
Stay back fo a while the mayne in livin color
Instead of right next to me mothaf*cka
Die yall hi yall fry yall
Spit the truth tell the youth its a lie yall
The only advice i can give to a brotha
Is fire up the weed motha f*cka
Check it

Chorus:2x
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The motha f*cka thinks is the fliest place

sh*t can u understand now, I'm glorified