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nuk - glory road lyrics

[intro]
(bangthatsh+t)

[verse 1]
my mama used to run in the streets, she know how they go
she caught me in my room makin’ guns out of my legos
my auntie caught my uncle hidin’ rocks under his kangol
unc’ said they call it the game, but you can’t play, though
love when them boys get two customs with that chico
made more than quavo off connections with my migos
try to think you hard in your whip, get it t+boned
he short me, then i’m runnin’ on your cheap like i’m priest holmes
before i surrender, i’d rather die like i’m cleo
you hit him with a bag, he ran off like he z+bo
told the b+tch “just be the realest you, and it’s gon’ be hope”
cuttin’ ties, got tired of tradin’ lies with two freak hoes
sit down, lil’ boy, the money long like [?]
play it bool, but i turned to a demon, i got two souls
groupin’ n+ggas, no loose ends, these n+ggas know we sold
boy, i get like bobby joe hill on that glory road

[chorus]
schoolin’ oldheads on some sh+t that they ain’t know i did
i’m a nineties baby, baggin’ cheap, this that glory bridge
go to the old code, where they survive, i had no idea
your daddy snitched, you the next to tell, this before ikea
boy, i got chicken, f+ck the hens that i do offend
dirty n+ggas f+ckin’ fishy b+tches, how you move they fins?
n+ggas out here d+ck suckin’ for bags, do you believe ’em?
n+ggas out here turnin’ into hoes, should’ve knew madea
[verse 2]
the more these n+ggas try to kick us down, boy, the more we roll
got the perfect touch with that fet’, i’m finna tour the globe
rip roll, the more we bustin’ juggs, the more we drove
soaked the blunt in hi+tech too, we sippin’ morton grove
the tas tryna catch us in they town, we on dispatch
auntie out here ghostwritin’ scripts, make us miss maps
these n+ggas broke, still tryna slide, where your chip at?
the way i got the hook up with the phones, i could’ve been black
shh, she too bad, make her my new thing
my lil’ n+gga, he the method man like he wu+tang
ballin’ on these n+ggas, playoff michael in his flu games
i’ma make detectives do they job like the clue game
shh, these n+ggas loose change
we all do the drip, keen reactions like he 2 chainz
we all in foreigns, hit the gas, give it a lil’ speed
f+ckin’ all these hoes, but keep ’em nameless like i’m lil keed

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