La The Darkman - Glory lyrics

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[Intro: La the Darkman]

Word up, it's La

It's rough out here God, you know?

Word up, yea..

[Chorus x2: La the Darkman]

It's only love, doin this thing, pa

It's only love that I'm givin

[La the Darkman]

Yo, Earths are cryin, as they see their son's dyin

In the streets, bitches are burnin like the bottom of an iron

Negativity is all that brothers see in my environment

I don't work for the white man, cuz coccaine is hirin

My times is expirin, but I don't care

All I do is buy sneakers, new cars and beer

When I need to buy estates, 'fore it get too late

But furnished basements, have my all crew, liftin weights

Drinkin liquor, see the real picture, your life is too short

Will you make that million dollars, pa, before you get caught?

Between stick-up kids and jakes, you got to make your own fate

It was another kid's beef, my son got caught by a stray

And he passed on in a flash from a four-five shell

And I gotta believe in Heaven cuz the ghetto is Hell

What is reality, and the lifestyle of all men?

I need a mansion, twins, Heineken's and skins

I don't drink Gin to sin, leave that to raw-dick Kim

Cuz he too light to fight, so he shoot to win in the end

[Chorus x2]

[La the Darkman]

Madmen disappear here over the years

Accept collect calls from my penetentiary peers

It's locked down for snow, I wanna live a better life

Know mad niggas caught by the Germans and drugs twice

Now they behind bars, told when to eat, sleep and shit

Transformed a three-year to a eight-year bid

Cuz he jooked a kid, peace to Mena, Big E, now Wayne

You'll be home son, sportin fly Air ones

But in the world, yea there's still shorties buggin

On a block at night bustin off guns for nothin

I've done that, I'm tryin to escape that, black

Little Mike just came back from doin four years flat

He was a hostage, trapped in a four-corner room

Shipped far upstate, seen light to the moon

Never snitched, that's why he's doin six plus six

While half y'all cats'll go to court, singin like a bitch

These are the true facts of it, either hate it or love it

Stash your toast in my whip, in the wood grain, covered

But it's peace, cuz I'ma fuck up cats with no grease

This track is for the niggas locked down and deceased

R.I.P., R.I.P

[Chorus x4]

[Outro during chorus: La the Darkman]

Word up, Parada

Liz, Big Gus, all my maniacs

Tracks, cousin Facts

Word up, Mena, Slow Joe

You know? Word up

All mine, yaknowImean?

Gotti, word up

Salasie, knowI'msayin? Word up

You know? My man King, Ced Demon

King Gunner, word up

KnowI'msayin? Ugh