Rick Ross, Anthony Hamilton - Glory of War lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Anthony Hamilton - Glory of War lyrics]
Stevie Wonder on the pianos
Geechi Liberace in the building
Ray Charles on the flute
Ahh
Sway wallabies, I follow policies
Always give her game every
Time she swallow me shootin' blanks
But you gotta hit the chart at least
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
Niggas posting pictures while I'm
Posted in Belize
Spent those lonely rainy nights just
Praying on my knees
Being overseas is a daily routine
Young niggas traveling the world
That's just been in our genes
Put the gang together
Now you niggas traumatized
Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan
Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime
Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around
Drop DC4 then shut Atlantic down
8 figure nigga
Tell me how those numbers sound
Hit the Bay and let Berner know
That I want a pound in LA
Get the Bentley truck just to run around
305 nigga 'til they gun me down
Little kids in the streets gotta
Come in the house
When the shots ring, even cops pause
Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss
Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It's leather, 80 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 and we coming like the Cavaliers
I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield
And my biggest flaw really was
My lack of fear
Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000
Tony in H Town with the coupes out
These my niggas on call and
We bring the suit's out pool party
It's popping like Uncle Luke house
Fake niggas
It's time that we pull ya skirts up
At the table and pussy
Niggas ain't worth nothing
Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a line
Nothing really than still alive
Niggas 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 nigga was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It's leather bed 80 bands
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance
Geechi Liberace in the building
Ray Charles on the flute
Ahh
Sway wallabies, I follow policies
Always give her game every
Time she swallow me shootin' blanks
But you gotta hit the chart at least
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
Niggas posting pictures while I'm
Posted in Belize
Spent those lonely rainy nights just
Praying on my knees
Being overseas is a daily routine
Young niggas traveling the world
That's just been in our genes
Put the gang together
Now you niggas traumatized
Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan
Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime
Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around
Drop DC4 then shut Atlantic down
8 figure nigga
Tell me how those numbers sound
Hit the Bay and let Berner know
That I want a pound in LA
Get the Bentley truck just to run around
305 nigga 'til they gun me down
Little kids in the streets gotta
Come in the house
When the shots ring, even cops pause
Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss
Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It's leather, 80 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 and we coming like the Cavaliers
I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield
And my biggest flaw really was
My lack of fear
Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000
Tony in H Town with the coupes out
These my niggas on call and
We bring the suit's out pool party
It's popping like Uncle Luke house
Fake niggas
It's time that we pull ya skirts up
At the table and pussy
Niggas ain't worth nothing
Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a line
Nothing really than still alive
Niggas 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 nigga was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It's leather bed 80 bands
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance