Glory

It's Mr. Smoke-A-Lot-Of-Pot

Bathing Ape accessories, I'm wearing camouflage a lot

I'm a fucking soldier, thought I told you we'd be on the top

Slow grind on and off the clock

Give me a sec, I'll get a model bitch to swallow cock

Got these white girls everywhere screaming "Domo rocks!"

Put it down beautiful, 360 Tomahawks

Every nigga say he sick, I think it's just a kind of cough

That shit give me a headache and ripping beats is my Tylenol

Making massacres of every single beat I'm rhyming on

Bitch, I been raw since I popped out them vagina walls

Better cuff that bitch, cause I'll break your baby mama off

Drink the last hit of Kool Aid like "nigga, I'm the boss"

Bitch I'm getting paid, fuck whoever told me not to floss

Was struggling for a minute, my shit is just finally poppin off

Swag on 100, bitches on my fucking cock and balls

I tell em "hang out" cause I ain't really got time to stall

Bitches give me numbers but I don't really have the time to call

I'm focused on this money, give me everything

I want it all. I'm what goes up:

If I get higher then I'll never fall

Whole Gang run this shit, I guess it's like a marathon

Super Skywalker, it's apparent that I'm very gone

Young but I'm not playing with these niggas like Eddie Long

Feels like I'm really getting better after every song

So I'mma have to keep dropping this shit until I'm on the throne

Swear I be doing everything that's in my fucking songs

Keep it real G, and I put that on my fucking bong

Been a while since my first, you've been sleeping for too fucking long

Said we'll fall off, but boy were you fucking wrong

So let me set it straight: winning is my fucking fate

Grab a bottle, celebrate. Roll that bomb and detonate

Insta-classic every track, every time I defecate

Homicide: add another line to my resume