BLAZE OF GLORY lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh yeah, Sam, this b*tch right here go hard)
I took his sh*t, you heard? The f*ck you gonna do about it?
f*ck is yall n*ggas gonna do?
If you got a problem come say somethin' to me, n*gga
(Iceberg want a bag b*tch)
It's Melvoni

[Verse 1]
Iceberg want a bag, b*tch, I want a bag too
b*tch, stop all that frontin', know I could have bagged you
She said she like my accent and she like my attitude
That b*tch love my swag, I be drippin' like Ragù
Fifty racks inside my f*ckin' jeans, I don't need no belt
It's just me, myself and I, I don't need no one f*ckin' help
'Cause last time I had a team, they tried to put me on a shelf
But they don't know I am me until the end, I'ma rebel
'Cause they knew I was a problem
That youngin' was shinin' and they didn't know how to stop him
Was gone for a minute 'cause I had to play Possum
They thought I was sinkin', but they wasn't watchin' properly
Now I pull up to the scene, pockets fat like Melinake

[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' learn the hard way
I don't give up that easy
Oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
I like to get it by my lonely
And when I hit the top, I'ma split bread with all my homies
Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police
'Cause If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' in a blaze of glory

[Verse 2]
I ain't never need no n*gga, me myself been through it all
I ain't never need no b*tch, my left hand can do the job
If I ever had a problem, I know I can call the squad
And my n*ggas do not play, b*tch, you f*ckin' with the mob
We step behind it all
I'm with ten n*ggas, that's a gun in every draw
And I got this choppa from the culinary arts
And b*tch, I came to bang it out, I do not like to spark
Wait, hold up
Why this b*tch actin' so boujee?
Matter fact, remember when she won't give me no coochie
Now she in my bag, askin' n*ggas for some Gucci
Ha, broke b*tch, but she look good in a two-piece
Matter fact, I think that she look better with me up
But she keep lookin' at my phone, I wonder what she on
I know she only f*ckin' with the crew because we on
But if she tryna love me, I hope someone put me on
You follow the price trends, but I like to fight the fees
I made me some white friends, I like my crackers with cheese
I was just down flippin' n*ggas and dimes
Just so I could afford studio time
Y'all n*ggas is playin' with me
So f*ck you, ain't sh*t you could say to me
[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' learn the hard way
I don't give up that easy
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
I like to get it by my lonely
And when I hit the top, I'ma split bread with all my homies
Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police
'Cause If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' in a blaze of glory

[Outro]
(Oh yeah, Sam, this b*tch right here go hard)
(Iceberg want a bag b*tch)