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little vic - glass home lyrics

follow my armada as you rip through waves
widowmaker by the anchor digging pitch new graves

skip through pages in my journal like dante’s inferno
bombay will turn ’em on their hombres
i heard n0body speaking of their sins with beelzebub
what the h-ll’s above, the scent of heaven
better get ’em every book you know that tells of love
make it like something we always held above hate

maybe it’s just gloom, never sell it as faith
enter the room like ghoster, saddam hussein joseph
stylin’ insane quotes in the column that ain’t posted, hah
they say haters can’t be like
i’ll probably follow ? twice to prison before satan the anti-christ
woah panner, oh panner the flow mannerism
so rattatatta, leave a foe splattered

get up out of that, no santa but i got a ~huge sack!
gold grammer, swing old hammers at new cats
for the legended vets i haven’t pledged them yet
they luftwaffe vs american jets, the new hopper not a foo fighter
not a rude writer, lotta’ dudes biting
till they boom like a doom pipe grenade

since the school cipher days, i’ve been recording spitting heat but
haven’t had a shrink like some new wiper blades
handing checks to abandoned vets
to tally ya’ll with the outstanding debts
that my roof sniper paid, for the ends meet, till the bleek end
on the battlefield, the only place to meet friends

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i was born in a gl-ss home, where i learned to
b-tt in your business but
first they taught me to cast stones.. cast stones..
i was raised on the concrete
where i learned to kiss the don’s cheek
and in beef i learned to land the last blow.. last blow..
i’ve been known to raze a protege, respect my mentors
who said your, only good as your last flow.. last flow..
(your last flow)
but i was born in the gl-ss home, so i tend to stay stuck in the past
and the present always try to fast forward
(present always try to fast forward)

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soon they got a bentley but at first they sewer
i was all about the punchlines ’til the wordplay grew up
and if the kid gets worth the candles bring your birthday suit
i got this child up on the bed looking like erte drew her

f-ck a pic-sso, these critics wanna study attentions
suddenly steppin’ until i pull up like the nutty professor
what the f-ck, you say it under your breath
i’ll bl–dy the stretcher
?????? next to where your buddy was left

it gets me sick, how some kids are in their living room in texas
listening to drake and claiming living through his records
yet i’m sitting getting questioned by a miserable detective
with no time to write or edit with political correctness

yeah, hostile environment for the art, i keep my violet sharp
shratter various, taking care of you’s isn’t the tiring part
but i say a prayer for ya’s
but if i don’t speak for you in heaven
then don’t worry ’cause mary is
crew solid, no time for new mobsters
i grab up sat with jimmy after luke tanta
my father made cash with gas pipe before the sit down
with 60 minutes, and big paul without the risky dinners

itchy trigger fingers gonna clip beginners
especially a threat ‘n if we got some whisky in us
i was born in a gl-ss home, but i see a gl-ss jar
it’s like overdosing over c0ka’ this’ll be your last straw

the rap vladimir putin, i had him here puking
grab him and batter him yappin’ out of fear, nuke him

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i was born in a gl-ss home, where i learned to
b-tt in your business but
first they taught me to cast stones.. cast stones..
(first they taught me to cast stones)
i was raised on the concrete
where i learned to kiss the don’s cheek
and in beef i learned to land the last blow.. last blow..
i’ve been known to raze a protege, respect my mentors
who said your, only good as your last flow.. last flow..
(your last flow)
but i was born in the gl-ss home, so i tend to stay stuck in the past
and the present always try to fast forward
(present always try to fast forward)

————

follow my armada as you rip through waves
widowmaker by the anchor digging pitch new graves

follow my armada as you rip through waves!
widowmaker by the anchor digging pitch new graves!

follow my armada as you rip through waves!!
widowmaker by the anchor digging pitch new. graves

- little vic lyrics

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