Glory - YOKS

I’m in the kitchen for the cheese, breadwinning flows

By the time they hear this tape dawg I might just blow

They thought I owned a private jet, cause I’m always high

I mean, always fly

They don’t know who’s this guy

I’m the beast in the base and the best in the business

That’s me nigga, still spittin' sick now the game got my disease nigga

I’m better off without your favors, y’all been holding me back

Been watching new kids on the block wasting time and I’m back

Had to diss niggas: just to remind I’m still running the game

Had to ditch niggas: 'cause they show the boy we’re no longer the same

If you’re a bitch nigga: better watch your words if you’re calling my name

You see this nigga: he’s the reason you’ll never get your shit played

Had to switch lanes, cut deals and go solo

Excuse me I’m always high, can’t keep it on the low though

Talking chances, aiming for Mills like I’m playing lotto

You only live once, yeah my homie that’s the motto

Yeah, I was made for this shit

I swear I told my mama Ima get on this bitch yeah

I’m on my way up, never slow down

From the Mo-Town, niggas know we hold it down (X2)

Uh, been in the building for the keys, now I’m back for the geez

I’m quite quick at click-clicking, so don’t try me please

Try so hard to stay focused, give you MP3s

Making waves in the studio like a mic is a beach

I pay no mind but I’m getting head 'cause life is a bitch

I’m on my grind, that’s just the way it goes man I had to switch

Digging my rhymes a little deeper, that’s why they sound so golden

These rappers claim to run the game but I was here way before them

Get the picture, I’m the future and I’m so used to this

Fire burned my fucken face, nigga I got hot cheeks

I spit straight lines as if I just swallowed a ruler, I sleep with a toolbox

under my pillow as I’m tryna fix my dreams

Never catch me sitting, unless you catch me shitting

Want beef? Then it’s cool

Welcome to my butchery, the Devil can’t even cross my mind

Thanks to this rosary, I’m dropping old shit that’ll make your new shit sound

so ordinary, glory

Yeah, I was made for this shit

I swear I told my mama Ima get on this bitch yeah

I’m on my way up, never slow down

From the Mo-Town, niggas know we hold it down (X2)

Feel like I’m beefing with every rapper on Facebook and that’s because

They claim the thrown that I’m sitting on, I’m shitting on it

And all your whack beats and weak punches go down the drain

I’m still fuckin' with Pure Hemp, them trees, Sprite and Stilpane

I’m high up in Mars, ladies call me Bruno

Not doing this shit for the cars

Mama told me to focus

I’m doing it for my Kasi

Crank this shit like I’m Lucas

Shout out to those who hook us

Fresh outta jail, got new bars

Get the bullet customized, it’s that nigga from planet Mars

You’re at the bottom of the food chain, you got zero kills

We the best like Hova and Khaled, nigga we’ve got the keys

I’m so ahead of my time, 'got 5 niggas pressing rewind in this shit yeah

(Cause I was made for this shit)

Yeah, I was made for this shit

I swear I told my mama Ima get on this bitch yeah

I’m on my way up, never slow down

From the Mo-Town, niggas know we hold it down (X2)