J-Rob - Far From Glorious lyrics

(Intro : Darius Wolley) Aye what I shot for take me back to 94 Chris Wallace what he was ready to die for (Chorus : Darius Wolley) You know what my story is far from glorious talk big sh** I gotta be notorious I gotta be notorious Talk big sh** I gotta be notorious (Verse 1 : Fru) Work that , surf that Get back music with the top back Dream k**ers played out like hubcaps Dissect a n***a stuck on his craft Million stacks I'm trying to touch that Tell them gatekeepers go on fallback New money new b**hes New hundreds new fifties Ass to phat like 2 nicki's Pull up on that b**h like u riding with me Talking big sh** like I'm new biggie Pushing caprice like its new Bentley New Bentley , new Bentley Swerve on these n***as like its new Bentley new Bentley new Bentley Talking big sh** like I'm new biggie Solidify my game never miss when I aim n***as run up on me they gon catch up with the flames talk behind my back as they whisper my name but this train ain't getting off the track until I say .... Rappers get their feeling caught up in this rap sh** but how could you not when they blame us for everything gun violence I mean everything So funny how we act heaven sent But that's okay as long as I get paid to do my thing I'mma smoke and I'mma drink until them s**as go insane it'll take me a few setbacks to get me off this plane cuz I'm going out with a bang I'm going out with a bang yeah (Chorus : Darius Wolley Repeat 2X) (Verse 2 : Fru) Visionary , box Chevy , 2 b**hes , 2 crazy bottle of henny Cuz I talk a lotta sh** off the goose She trashing the Telly in her birthday suit Damn dc shorties is the truth Gotta love it a brick to a house gotta cut it got my thoughts racing through my brain like a stampede gotta get it gotta get it ugh U pressed off the limelight I'm pressed off the digits , bands We just living for today we don't make no plans trying to establish a brand n***as talking about the bread they be getting but can't count that in one hand How you figure you got the game in a chokehold but you ain't got no stans , Goddamn Run through these streets like a stand up guy For what I believe in I'm going to die Life expectancy for us n***as so low That's why these s**as ain't letting us fly 30 plus grinding over 10 years the blood the sweat and the tears I cry when n***as wanna stick me for my paper damn But that's okay as long as I get paid to do my thing I'mma smoke and I'mma drink until them s**as go insane it'll take me a few setbacks to get me off this plane cuz I'm going out with a bang I'm going out with a bang yeah (Chorus : Darius Wolley Repeat 2X)