Rick Ross - Glory Of War lyrics

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Rick Ross - Glory Of War lyrics

Stevie Wonder on the pianos Geechi Liberace in the building Ray Charles on the flute Sway wallabies, I follow policies Always give her game every time she swallow me Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace n***as posting pictures while I'm posted in Belize Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees Being overseas is a daily routine Young n***as traveling the world, that's just been in our genes Put the gang together, now you n***as traumatized Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down 8 figure n***a, tell me how those numbers sound Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around 305 n***a 'til they gun me down Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house When the shots ring, even cops pause n***as full of bullet holes which is not boss Funny how a rich n***a was so poor at math Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back It's leather bearing a mere 80 bands Middle of the floor, time for the money dance It's a time for politics and it's a time to k** Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers I could turn a n***a city to a battlefield And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000 Tony Draper in H-Town with the coupes out These my n***as on call and we bring the suits out Pool party, it's popping like Uncle Luke house Fake n***as, it's time that we pull ya skirts up At the table and p**y n***as ain't worth nothing Couple shooters gotta keep them in the sizzle line Nothing real in them b**bies and this is still alive n***as body dropping like a holocaust The glory of war really your mama loss First time all your kids got to play together Holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together Funny how a rich n***a was so poor at math Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back It's leather bearing a mere 80 bands Middle of the floor, time for the money dance I cut off some more friends and family members Hope they know I'm the raw n***a, a cold villain Haters still hating 50 million later I'mma tell you like a player, better get some paper Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls Rarely speak to these n***as screaming, "Free my dogs" Little homie didn't rob, but he took the charge Day county n***as still behind 'em bars