Glory of War (feat. Anthony Hamilton)

Stevie Wonder on the pianos

Geechi Liberace  the building

Ray Charles on the flute

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Sway wallabies I follow policies

I always give her game every time she swallow me

Shooting blanks but you gotta hit the chart at least

Seen a lot of young mc's even die for peace

**** posting pictures while I'm posting in Belize

Spent those lonely, rainy nights just praying on my knees

Being overseas is a daily routine

Young **** traveling the world, that's just been in our genes

Put the gang together now you **** traumatized

Kilos and koofis King Tut doing Ramadan

Scramble like I'm number nine during the summertime

Double 'em back number one and double back around

Drop DC fort and shut Atlantic down

Eight figure ****, tell me how those numbers sound?

Hit the bay and let Berner know that I want a pound

In LA get that Bentley truck just to run around

305 **** till they gun me down

Lil' kids in the streets gotta come in the house

When the shots rings even cops pause

**** full of bullet holes which is not boss

Funny how a rich **** was so poor at math

Make it rain, shorty better throw it back

It's leather band in your mirror, eighty bands

Middle of the floor time for the money dance

It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill

Fast break yeah, we come in like the Cavaliers

I could turn a **** city to a battlefield

And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear

Big Ducky and Frutown each 2000

Tony draped in H-Town with the coups out

He's my ****, when calling, we bring the suits out

Pool party is popping like Uncle Luke house

Fake ****, it's time that we pull your skirts up

At the table and pussy **** ain't worth nothin'

Couple shooters gotta keep them inner sins in line

Nothing realer than boobies business still alive

**** body dropping like a holocaust

The glory of war really your mama loss

First time all your kids got to play together

Holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together

Funny how a rich **** was so poor at math

Make it rain, shorty better throw it back

It's leather band in your mirror, eighty bands

Middle of the floor time for the money dance

I cut off some more friends and family members

Hope they know I'm the wrong ****, a cold villain

Haters still hating, fifty million later

I'ma tell you like a player, better get some paper

Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls

Rarely speak to these **** screamin, free my dogs

Lil' homie didn't rob but he took the charge

Day county **** still behind them bars

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