The Report a.k.a. Glisten Songtext
von Dom Kennedy

Yeah, no apology ahead
And that′s for sure
Hold your head up
All my niggas don't care and that′s for sure
Hey, that's just how it's been, you know
We still on the come up
So

Rest in peace to that nigga Fats
It′s a South Central thing
Let you know where we at
Sun visor low, I wear my hat to the back
Sometimes you gotta get it done with all finesse


Another murder in the city
Got us all stressed
As I look around I wonder which one of us next
Reporters from my city, ish
I′m one of the best
Coulda made my momma proud just working at UPS
Fuck that wouldn't have been enough cash for me
Fuck that I make these women shake their ass for me

Just off facial recognition they know that I′m tipping
If you ain't with the team right now, keep your distance
We ain′t playing with you entertainers no
18 karats on my wedding finger, woah
OPM rings for my day uno's
She might get fucked if she stand too close

Lucky number 7 not Tony Cuoco′s
OG Kush, I don't fuck with pre-rolled
I don't trust you niggas to roll my shit
Just quit hating on me and get off my dick


Karma is a bitch, trust, I know her
She used to give me good head
Moms never sober
Martini′s with the dinner
20 dollar blenders
She thought I wasn′t gon' be shit from what I remember
Now I bet she want another chance
Now I bet she want another chance
Sometimes you really gotta take a stand
Had a mic ready for me when I land

I was 1 degree when we hit Minnesotta
I just bend the roads you keep bending over
Leather with the wool lining
Think I′m getting colder
Blonde ponytail just like Paloma
Shit it's too expensive to be broke
Y′all broke

If you run for President baby I'll vote
Look us up OPM in the Dow Jones
If it ain′t about that you might get the dial tone
Glad to pass on Joey Supreme is now home
Fish fryin' hot off the stove, yeah I'm on
Cold champagne for my nigga, yeah I′m on

Learned a lot of game just watching Sean Combs
Talking Cristals talking Pistols
Shutting down clubs, putting chicks out
Hopping sports cars with the big valves
Tupac shoulda had a mistrial
Every single diamond gonna glisten
I ain′t sweating no competition
Working pro-tools like the kitchen
I told her all you gotta do is listen

Karma is a bitch, trust, I know her
She used to give me good head
Moms never sober
Martini's with the dinner
20 dollar blenders
She thought I wasn′t gon' be shit from what I remember
Now I bet she want another chance
Now I bet she want another chance
Sometimes you really gotta take a stand
Had a mic ready for me when I land

I say I′m back in this bitch
I just happen to rap and that's lucky for you
I spit actual facts
Hey, Uh
Hey, Uh

(Yeah you know, like I used to have a fight in school then I used to have to run home ′cos they get their big brother on me and uhm, so I started saying you know fuck it, I can't be running home, you know 'cos if I get run home my momma make me fight because if I lose that fight she gon′ whip my ass, so I had to win so that way I don′t get two ass whippings because if I get beat up, my momma gonna kick my ass for losing the fight, so i start, you know...)