Murder for Glory lyrics

[Verse 1]
My city don't got a tourist side
.45 toters and drug dealers with foreign rides
War with guys we know, the price of life insurance high
n*ggas dead and more gon’ die and that's the sh*t we glorify (That's what we glorify, huh?)
My criminal ties organized
Boring rhymes never impressed us, I bet your story lies
I can’t make up how I'm saw through my daughter's eyes
Or how I can't sleep unless my front door fortified (Woo)
My only advice is don't ignore the signs
When you see the b*tch in a n*gga we all thought would ride
We used to rock Hilfiger when we was corner guys (Okay)
Now it's like real n*ggas against the corny guys (For real)
I left school and made trap a profession
I still slide with that stick like Alex Ovechkin
The cops pull up on us like they wanna ask us some questions
They jump out, throw us on the ground, harass and arrest us
I look myself in the mirror, I see the past and the present
Me being passive-aggressive, that only adds to the pressure
But I ain't ducking no smoke (Nah)
They come I'm grabbing this weapon
Shots burn when they hit you but only last a few seconds
Before dispatch get the call, your soul be passing through heaven
And eulogies all the same, you can ask a few reverends
You get what you give, I put that on my b*tch and two kids
They don’t know how risky it is to stash a brick where you live
Don’t glorify this life
[Verse 2]
It's funny how n*ggas flow never fit they ego
They convince their people but never let that sh*t mislead you
Only time they ’round bricks is when they miss a free throw
Them young n*ggas gon' shoot for me like I'm Rick Pitino
I'm dope
Like the sh*t in the tip of needles
Little fly b*tch with me drive like Vin Diesel
She stash guns, blow di*k and take trips with kilos
Save some chips and got her ass fixed in Rio
Look, now look what they made me (Look)
A product of the crooks in the 80s
From the risks that we took on the daily (That was every day)
I don’t f*ck with rappers, they puss and they lazy (Nah)
And when you tell them real sh*t they look at you crazy (Who the f*ck is you?)
One of the last n*ggas you could really believe
Only mentioning things that I really achieved
It really was me, grinding when the city was sleep (Wake up)
To get the Maserati truck with the amphibian seats
All n*ggas do is pay attention to females
I'm different though, I pay attention to details
Spoke to my dog in the feds, he said he eat well
And he don't talk on phones so he gon' send me an email (Cool)
My man asked me this
"B, why you keep sparing n*ggas? (I don't know)
Your spot solidified, so how you gon' share it with em?"
It ain't fair to n*ggas, so careful who you comparing with us
The era different, shoes the same, I just wear 'em different (Woo)
I respect the culture but detect the vulture (Who dat?)
Rap n*ggas who give neck for the best exposure (di*k riders)
Man, these rappers get a pass
I don't flex for social media cause it ain't beef until this Tec explodin' (I'ma let you have that)
When you married to the game (What else?), you married to the D's (Okay)
You married to the hustlers (What else?), you married to the fiends
In the bed with snakes, married the enemies
Shooting back and forth like Larry and Kareem
Got that Chinegun news when I was buried in the bing (Rest in peace, brah)
In the cell I cried hysterically and grieved (That sh*t hurt)
Why that counselor decided it wasn't fair for me to leave
Would have hit the funeral like we was burying a king
Don't glorify this life