Glorified

Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,

In the game of pain that rang the outlaws

Freaks come through at a 2 no draws

Stop for a sec tiga don't take a pause

If you don't see no pigs then there ain't no laws

Get beefy with me 1 time when I rap

To all them other niggas is

Like bullets in the back

On the highway going fucka fucka fast

Blowing on a chopper when I'm mucka mucka mad

Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash

When nothing hurts tiga only when I laugh

I glorified the crime rate in my state

The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place

Die mothafucka you know I ain't concerned

You make a mothafucka really do learn

Popeye nigga and go home and eat spinach

Get back on the block I really can't finish

I'm ready to rap till the gods say quit

Until then freaks you gon hear my shit

Parden my manapose and parden my french

And god so check it out, put me in the mix

I'm shooting with my eyes closed at 5-0

Leaving every where I go smelling like a rose

Hanging out the car window what's up hoes

Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose

I glorified the crime rate in my state

The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place

Your lucky you brothas go boom bang bang

America is the game with a gold wet rang

Keep your daughtars chain my eyes never change

Hard to break like a cuban link chain

Stay back fo a while the mayne in livin color

Instead of right next to me mothafucka

Die ya'll hi ya'll fry ya'll

Spit the truth tell the youth it's a lie ya'll

The only advice I can give to a brotha

Is fire up the weed motha fucka

Check it

I glorified the crime rate in my state

The motha fucka thinks is the fliest place

Shit can u understand now, I'm glorified