"FOR THE GLORY" lyrics
Dave East, Scram Jones & Mike & Keys Lyrics
(feat. Steven Young)
For the love
For the love
Five in the morning
Look, wild young nigga out here learning life
Earning stripes, violating and I've hurt the night
The pussy cool, but don't be asking about no working price
Panicking for stand-by, you couldn't work the flight
Your mama came up on the app, she used to work at night
I've seen her
Your pops had a little clientele, was serving white
Couple niggas smoking spice
Never heard of ice
Put it on your head
And when you're dead
Ask the murder price
Six in the morning, it's hard to curve the life
I'm speeding back to the city, I burnt the pipes
I keep a strap on me like I learned from Dykes
Nutrition, oh, she talking, fuck is her, but life
The main back, two-tone, but the curtain's white
Couple trolls, really fans, don't deserve their life
Purple sprite
I will not spill on my shirt the night I cut the habit
These carrots look like I run with Christ
God bless the kid that make it happen
Never thought I'd make it rapping
What I say, they making captions
If you don't look familiar, know I'm taxing
The prison he was in was max, he was re-en-maxing
80X
She look like Kima from Total, she wore Ava Rex
With latex
We had the greatest sex
Make a bet
Post a pic and we gon' break the net
Really from the trenches, you can hit them for an eighth for less
Pablo, I've never been out the loop
These niggas can't put on my shoes
I'm court-side like I'm aloof
Court-side like I'm all Cuban
They ain't care how my heart doing
They don't care about the Ls took
Still I run it like I'm Carl Lewis
Call Buddha when I talk pain
Talk the shooter when I'm dark-mooding
Really made it off a park bench
Everything I did, my heart knew it
I can feel it when the love switch, hugs change, I'm in public
Gun range tryna cut shit
Dumb pain, I just tucked it
Even though I'm not your man, you not my girl, I call you "shorty"
I've been that niggas for surely
Dubbed him twice, know that's a 40
If they on me, I cannot control it
Watch how they record me
From the projects, we was treated poorly
Now bitches adore me
Who you know gon' have you horny?
Any team I'm on, I'm winning
Robidori
Don't get your Sephora on my tutorial
If you really my niggas hope you don't turn into Corey
Nah. That's my part of the story
For the love, it's for the glory
Think I hop up in the coup but a bitch buy me like a 'rari
Like a 'rari
Yeah
Do you see there ain't no room for your friend?
Baby girl, I'm sorry
And we done did nothing that we ain't supposed to
'Cause you're mine
You're mine
Girl
Baby girl, you know I'll be at home
They don't know where we gone
Bring it to me, girl
Bring it to me, girl
Bring it to me, girl
Bring it to me, girl
Bring it to me, girl
For the love
Five in the morning
Look, wild young nigga out here learning life
Earning stripes, violating and I've hurt the night
The pussy cool, but don't be asking about no working price
Panicking for stand-by, you couldn't work the flight
Your mama came up on the app, she used to work at night
I've seen her
Your pops had a little clientele, was serving white
Couple niggas smoking spice
Never heard of ice
Put it on your head
And when you're dead
Ask the murder price
Six in the morning, it's hard to curve the life
I'm speeding back to the city, I burnt the pipes
I keep a strap on me like I learned from Dykes
Nutrition, oh, she talking, fuck is her, but life
The main back, two-tone, but the curtain's white
Couple trolls, really fans, don't deserve their life
Purple sprite
I will not spill on my shirt the night I cut the habit
These carrots look like I run with Christ
God bless the kid that make it happen
Never thought I'd make it rapping
What I say, they making captions
If you don't look familiar, know I'm taxing
The prison he was in was max, he was re-en-maxing
80X
She look like Kima from Total, she wore Ava Rex
With latex
We had the greatest sex
Make a bet
Post a pic and we gon' break the net
Really from the trenches, you can hit them for an eighth for less
Pablo, I've never been out the loop
These niggas can't put on my shoes
I'm court-side like I'm aloof
Court-side like I'm all Cuban
They ain't care how my heart doing
They don't care about the Ls took
Still I run it like I'm Carl Lewis
Call Buddha when I talk pain
Talk the shooter when I'm dark-mooding
Really made it off a park bench
Everything I did, my heart knew it
I can feel it when the love switch, hugs change, I'm in public
Gun range tryna cut shit
Dumb pain, I just tucked it
Even though I'm not your man, you not my girl, I call you "shorty"
I've been that niggas for surely
Dubbed him twice, know that's a 40
If they on me, I cannot control it
Watch how they record me
From the projects, we was treated poorly
Now bitches adore me
Who you know gon' have you horny?
Any team I'm on, I'm winning
Robidori
Don't get your Sephora on my tutorial
If you really my niggas hope you don't turn into Corey
Nah. That's my part of the story
For the love, it's for the glory
Think I hop up in the coup but a bitch buy me like a 'rari
Like a 'rari
Yeah
Do you see there ain't no room for your friend?
Baby girl, I'm sorry
And we done did nothing that we ain't supposed to
'Cause you're mine
You're mine
Girl
Baby girl, you know I'll be at home
They don't know where we gone
Bring it to me, girl
Bring it to me, girl
Bring it to me, girl
Bring it to me, girl
Bring it to me, girl
