Blue November - Glory lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue November] Count the mathematics I'm out for presidents to stop the mothaf**ing madness They see the cabbage, stick to rapping Get a bandage if you challenge I Lavish habits in a damaged package I plan a ravage for a sabbath With his head up his a** You been lying to the youth, with a crutch in your hand We come from poverty, ain't no f**ing God in this land Kinda odd to me, my Odyssey is up in my hands And honestly I exist, in audibly Atrocity stricken kids With an*logies written is Reality in this b**h You n***as who witness it Just apart of a bigger pic I heard competition was missing up in my city Left Field came to riot and leave this sh** looking gritty Don't ever overlook us, you looking for an exit well n***a we over took it Mark made the beat I decided to f**ing rip it I birthed this mothaf**a it's only right that I finish it [Verse 2: Blue November] Get to working, only way to the surface I am, just a hermit who's purpose to be a burden to rappers who think they certain This ain't no pop sh** I spit it from a Glocks tip Try to mock it I promise you'll leave unconscious The diligence of a privileged kid is so rigorous How rigged is it that we're trained to k** since a lil' kid? Set for failure I set my sails for a higher bid, b**h