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alumni music - hometown glory lyrics

[verse 1 – sc-mlord]
set fire to the ink on page
yell sc-m when the lord’s on stage
back up when we start to rage
cause this sh-t blasts off, now you know my name
s-c-u-m-l-o-r-d
started from nothing, still n0body
still just a homeboy, still just a lackey
i don’t act like you hate me, i see the look in your eyes
used to be lame, used to be lonely
i used to be, it doesn’t matter
rip to the old me
new places where i found myself
new homes when i found my wealth
new fame, now they start to yell
new girls, now it’s gone to h-ll, ah
new sh-t puts yours to rest, sleep on this
lullaby to success
no chains, no bracelets
i don’t need to rap about fake sh-t to be the best, buddy, face it, uh
sc-m

[verse 2 – jacob smith]
304, i was born to strive
stay down but she wanna ride
got the game on lock like my first name fry
oh look now it’s that guy
minesweep how i blow up doing
everything i want from movies to music
everything i learned i learned how to do it
by myself, ain’t a whole lot to it
couldn’t really afford a lot, kept lookin to the future
now when girls around i’m just like my computer
everything i do i do so much newer
workin on songs, got cl-ss, might bueller
hol’ up, ain’t no goin back
ever since i rapped, got the whole town jazzed
applause after tracks, make jokes and they laugh
everything i do, they wanna do that

[verse 3 – e.v.]
my hometown never loved me
they were always so above me
no one ever cares about a boy that comes from that dub v
they were sleepin on the boy
nap time is over
you can send your girl over like we’re playin red rover
but i don’t play no games
leave your sh-t for the playground
put my headphones in, can’t hear what you say now
the way i be flowin, i go and let you know
that i make your girl say wow
and i be rhymin, designin these lyrics to knock you out
so go on and stay down
this beat’s got a kick to it, the rap is so zesty
who would’ve thought such spice would come from the west v?
i stay on my level, i’ll never be on the sh-t kanye west be
but one day i’ll stay in a place where i can have one hundred guests sleep
so high school – makin out at a f-ckin party
i stay so mystery just like my last name was hardy
and i hardly ever cared, actin so indifferent
all my girls was fine just like the wine i be sippin
naked girls on my water bed just like we skinny dippin
but all these girls seemed to notice our relationship was slippin?

[verse 4 – josh mcdowney]
i got pistols, ak’s
machetes, pumps, and grenades
i’m in the cut like switch blade
i got the green like the glade
i’m stackin paper like staples
n-ggas are watchin like cable
i’m baggin work on the table
b-tches are strippin the label
while we be countin the checks
trap houses look like the rec
i’m stackin money then flex
i call a b-tch up just for s-x
i grab the keys to the whip
start the b-tch up just to dip
i gotta grip on my hip
and n-ggas want me to trip
but i ain’t slippin

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