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mar$ gram - glory lyrics

[verse 1]

f-ck these haters they all pray i fall, i never lose, i only win, can’t take a draw, i make em’ awe, like court side, when lakers ball, ain’t change at all, they throwing hate, i shake it off, i’m facing all, you candy rappers n breaking jaws, i’m breaking laws, tell donald trump i’ll deface the wall, i’m slanging raw, that dope sh-t, that c-ke sh-t, he just got back on that old sh-t, devotion, when i goes in the notion, is “oh sh-t”, he went more deep than the ocean my flow sick, poke a big hole in your lil boat, you won’t swim, p-ssed the sharks, you don’t have the heart, why you rapping hard, off a xanax bar, that you hide inside a plastic jar, that’s bizarre, leave you floating in the air like avatar, smash a car, with an autographed slash band guitar, at qatar, chilling in a palace with a fat cigar, glory to the people, my story’s sequel is more than regal i’m pouring lethal, verses on tracks heard they wanna sn-tch like a soaring eagle, it’s m.o.b till i die, you know these hoes deceitful, i know it’s evil my flows illegal, we smoking diesel, we grow n see those who own casinos n want a piece tho, no old cathedrals can show i’m peaceful it’s only me so tell my homie lino i’m back, and now we know the cheat code

[verse 2]

that’s a warm up now my lava flow, is hot n cold, symbolical, it’s not a joke, like robins note, we rock out, nirvana show, bet y’all are broke, and fake as madonna nose, thank god i rose, they look down ain’t toss a rope, they talking grown i pull up like dominos, then vamanos a lotta hoes wear prada clothes, my saga holds a pot of gold you gotta go, no drama home, i know the marijuana smoke, going hard you knowing the bars are astronomical, comical wack rappers i never toler those, hope you walk on toes cause i pop the chrome, at collarbones, it’s possible, your dollars go where my pockets fold, dawg your all alone like a garden gnome, don’t cross the zone, rocking foams you don’t got those my hugo boss colognes, inexhaustible this that floss sh-t they didn’t want me on, god i’m too committed, i’m spitting raps till i k!ll the tracks, like tunechi did it, a super villain, who’d shoot your fitted, the news’ll get it, don’t you forget it i’m too legitimate prove n did it, salute the lyrics i brew n written for you to live it, i grew up in it my roots are vivid got through the limit i ain’t cooled a minute no use in giving excuse or gimmicks it’s a few who lit it up in the booth, i knew i’d win it

[verse 3]

should i go on or just stop it here, you got the fear i’m knocking clear your hot career, my popping years about to blow, like rocketeers, when i’m in your lane ima i k!ll the game, drop a tear, god appears when i write, outta my right mind, you can only spaz on a track, once in a life time, not for me when you gimmie a proper beat i’m really be causing heat like were deep in the summer night time, god i made it man they gotta hate it, i dominated like all the favorites they nominated, they called me great i guess y’all awaken n not mistaken it’s a problem waiting to happen if you keep talking blatant, that’s a technical foul, so check your mouth, ima really deck em’ out if you don’t agree stepping down, yes i’m fresh n bound to be wrecking the second round, never question how i’m always mentioned the best in town, this the ending story, at the part where i take apart, your territory, get the corny young wack rappers again you bore me they be repping poorly you’ll be gone by 7:40, your respiratory can less than shortly be questioned lordy yea it’s getting gory i’m betting surly your friends adore me, make some noise god dammit yea ima mention nore, had to get the door key n now, i’ve entered heavens glory

- mar gram lyrics

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