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Glory of War

Rick Ross, Anthony Hamilton30 Jun 2017

Glory of War Lyrics

Glory of War - Rick Ross/Anthony Hamilton

Written by:William Leonard Roberts II/Anthony Hamilton/Francis Ubiera/Lonnie Liston Smith

Stevie Wonder on the pianos

 

Geechi Liberace in the building

 

Ray Charles on the flute

 

Sway I follow policies

 

Always give her game every time she swallow me

 

But you gotta hit the chart at least

 

Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace

 

Niggas 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 niggas traveling the world that's just been in our genes

Put the gang together now you niggas traumatized

 

Kilos and koofis 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 ni**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 ni**a 'til they gun me down

 

Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house

 

When the shots ring even cops pause

 

Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss

Funny how a rich ni**a was so poor at mouth

 

Make it rain shorty better throw it back

 

It's leather 80 bands

Middle of the floor time for the money dance

 

It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill

 

Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers

 

I could turn a ni**a city to a battlefield

 

And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear

 

Big ducky he 2000

 

Tony in h town with the coupes out

These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out

 

Pool party it's popping like Uncle Luke house

 

Fake niggas it's time that we pull ya skirts up

 

At the table and p**sy niggas ain't worth nothing

Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a line

 

Nothing really than still alive

 

Niggas 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 play together

Play together play together play together

 

Funny how a rich ni**a was so poor at math

 

Make it rain shorty better throw it back

 

It's leather bed 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 ni**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 niggas screaming free my dogs

Little homie didn't rob but he took the charge

 

Day county niggas still behind them bars

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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