Glory of War
Rick Ross, Anthony Hamilton"Glory of War" is a song by Rick Ross, Anthony Hamilton, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:49 long and contains 56 lines and 451 words.
0:01Stevie Wonder on the pianos
0:04Geechi Liberace in the building
0:07Ray Charles on the flute
0:12Sway I follow policies
0:15Always give her game every time she swallow me
0:18But you gotta hit the chart at least
0:20Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
0:23Niggas posting pictures while I'm posted in belize
0:26Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees
0:29Being overseas is a daily routine
0:31Young niggas traveling the world that's just been in our genes
0:35Put the gang together now you niggas traumatized
0:37Kilos and koofis during Ramadan
0:40Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime
0:43Doubling back #1 I'm doubling back around
0:46Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic Down
0:498 figure ni**a tell me how those numbers sound
0:52Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound
0:54In LA get the Bentley truck just to run around
0:58305 ni**a 'til they gun me down
1:00Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house
1:04When the shots ring even cops pause
1:06Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss
1:09Funny how a rich ni**a was so poor at mouth
1:12Make it rain shorty better throw it back
1:15It's leather 80 bands
1:17Middle of the floor time for the money dance
1:20It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill
1:23Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers
1:26I could turn a ni**a city to a battlefield
1:29And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear
1:32Big ducky he 2000
1:35Tony in h town with the coupes out
1:37These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out
1:40Pool party it's popping like Uncle Luke house
1:43Fake niggas it's time that we pull ya skirts up
1:46At the table and p**sy niggas ain't worth nothing
1:49Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a line
1:52Nothing really than still alive
1:55Niggas body dropping like a holocaust
1:58The glory of war really your mama loss
2:00First time all your kids got to play together
2:03Holding hands bow our heads let us play together
2:06Play together play together play together
2:18Funny how a rich ni**a was so poor at math
2:21Make it rain shorty better throw it back
2:23It's leather bed 80 bands
2:26Middle of the floor time for the money dance
2:29I cut off some more friends and family members
2:32Hope they know I'm the raw ni**a a cold villain
2:35Haters still hating 50 million later
2:38I'mma tell you like a player better get some paper
2:41Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls
2:43Rarely speak to these niggas screaming free my dogs
2:46Little homie didn't rob but he took the charge
2:49Day county niggas still behind them bars
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
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