Glory ft. Co-$ign & GothamCityGod Lyrics

Bwax

Bow down to something greater than yourself bitch

Vulture Culture

King Kogen

You know what is, uh

I got my game from the Gods like a omen

Say your grace one time before we go in

Vulture Culture so all my niggas is rolling

And to the top is where we motherfuckin going

This the sound of heavens gates that open up when we die

This the feeling that you get when you looking God in the eye

Elohim Allah Jesus and I

Prophet Mohammed and Moses touching the sky

Don't get it twisted I ain't preaching no gospel

This that pure ready to blow out of your nostril

Raw and uncut mausoleum floor with the marble

Colosseum door with a Trojan horse this how God spoke

Death before dishonor my mama taught me respect

Swallow ego and pride my soul I swore to protect

All the evil inside I close my eyes and neglect

This a double edge sword King Arthur cutting a check

Dripped in holy water I feel like Bobby Boucher

I'm marrying this game don't know who threw the bouquet

But I'm Odell with it I know they want me to stay

So fuck taking my time I'm building Rome in a day

I got a Westside connection so I'm waiting on the Mexicans

They said just give them ten months then I can flex again

And we don't talk on the phone I'm only texting them

And I ain't just bringing cash, I'm writing checks to them

It's big business bear witness to the greatest huh

Yeah I'm your favorite rappers favorite huh

Cuz I'm for real they just rapping on beats nigga

I'm really a beast resting to peace niggas huh

Come here I got some game for you youngins

Do your thing get your watches get your rings get your chains

Get your foreign whips I mean chicks and the shoes

Tuck up some paper no matter what you do cuz

Look I had forty years on the paper

Dropped the lawyer off a bag nine months later I'm here

I could smell it in the air (sniff)

Lot of paper Ima get into no matter what I get into

I left a Baltimore jail in a Wraith

Looking up at the starts tryna fix my mistakes

Only thing that happened good for me getting that case

All it took was a fall to expose all the snakes

My grass cut I could see shit clearer now

We going straight to the top no one could slow me down

So don't ask if I still rap get off my dick nigga

It's a luxury do what you want I'm rich nigga

Gotham City God, We Want In

I see the Glory in my mama eyes she happy I survived (Me too)

But them niggas feel different they want to see my demise

But you can't kill a prophet, from the ashes I will rise

It's the second coming of Christ I arrived, Gotham

Came home too friendly old friends tried to end me

When you start to levitate that shit start to breed envy

I tried to put down the semi they woke up the beast in me

Only thing niggas respect when they wind up a fucking memory

I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm back to having devil thoughts

Fuck dropping a bag I'm going to knock on his door and knock him off

And kiss his moms on her forehead with no remorse

Volunteer to be a pallbearer and help carry the corpse

So do your diligence and find out who you dealing with

My name only bring murder and mayhem if you mention it

But I don't want no issues I'm trying to drive off this dealership

Who the fuck need a deal when this Uhaul carrying a hundred bricks