Murder for glory lyrics:

Dont glorify this life x4

My city don’t got a tourist side, 45 toters and drug dealers wit foreign rides,
war with guys we know, the price of life insurance high,
niggas dead and more gon’ die,
and thats the shit we glorify,

(thats what we glorify huh?)

my criminal ties organized, boring rounds never impressed us i bet yo’ story lies,
i can’t make up how im saw thru my daughters eyes and how i can’t sleep unless my front door fortified,

my only advice, is don’t ignore the signs
when you see a bitch and a nigga, we all thought would ride

we used to rock hilfiger when we was corner guys,
now it’s like, real niggas against the corny guys,
(for real)
i left school and made trap a profession,
i still slide wit 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 harassed and arrest us,
i look myself in the mirror, i see the past and the present,
me being passive aggressive,
it only adds to the pressure,
but i ain’t duckin no smoke,
they come im grabbing this weapon,
shots burn when they hit you but only last a few seconds,
before dispatch get the call,
your soul’ be passin thru heaven,
eulogy’s all the same,
you can ask a few reverends,

you get what you give, i put that on my bitch and two kids, they don’t know how risky it is to stash yo brick where you live,

dont glorify this life x4

Yo, look its funny how niggas flow, never fit they ego they convinced they people but never let that shit mislead you,

only time they round bricks is when they miss a free throw
my young niggas gon shoot for me, like im rick pitino, im dope

like the shit in the tip of needles,
lil fly bitch wit me drive like vin diesel,
she stash guns blow dick and take trips wit kilos,
saved some chips, and got her ass fixed in rio, look,
now look what they made me,
the product of the crooks in the 80s from the risks that we took, on the daily,

i don’t fuck wit rappers they puss and they lazy,
and when you tell em real shit, they look at you crazy,
one of the last niggas you could really believe
only mentioning things things that i really achieve
it really was me, grindin when the city was sleep, to get the masarati truck wit the amphibian seats,

all niggas do is pay attention to females,
im different though i pay attention to detail,
spoke to my dawg in the feds,
he said, he eat well but he dont talk on phones so he gon send me a email,

my man asked me this b, why you keep sparin niggas,
your spots solidified so how you gon share it wit em,
it ain’t fair to niggas so careful who u comparin wit us, the era different
shoes the same i just wear em different,
i respect the culture but the tec the vulture,
rap niggas who give neck for the best exposure,
man these rappers get a pass,
i dont flex for social media cuz it aint beef until this tec (tech) explodin
when you married to the game,
you married to the thieves,
you married to the hustlers,
you married to the fiends,
in the bed wit snakes married the enemies,
shootin back and forth like larry and karim,
got that Chinegun news when i was buried in the bean,
in the cell i cried hysterically and grieved,
why that councillor decide it wasnt fair for me to leave, woulda hit the funeral like we was burying a king

dont glorify this life