Glory Songtext
von Hodgy

Sensitive
That sensitiveness is for you, I′m sorry that's a big one
That′s a big one, forgiveness
Forgiveness don't really mean you need to like that person
You don't even have to like them to forgive them

If I could ask for anything, it would be apprehension
Malice is pretentious, no further questioning
Balanced with a shin splint, down to Earth how it′s sitting
My flows are pimping, this shit rot, y′all gone have to exhibit
Dissecting my life apart like a frog with no rib bit
I've done it this time, I did it, they snitching to the witness
I′ve crumbled it down to stretch and move the quickness
Hunger is the sickness, zombies coming with a vengeance


I go figure on the hill like Tom with his inventions
Love for my music, my people, remind me my intentions
It's a battle to get it right when your thoughts are henchmens
True to survive in the night, the fight, or flight
Firefight, the fire, the fireflies shining bright at night
The brightest light my future, I′ma 'til it′s outta sight
You're free to them right, can't climb my height
I say it louder, twice, I′m ′bout that life until I'm out of life to live

Punchlines haven′t received a flow
Before I'm out the game, make sure nobody did it how I did
I should be first on your browser list
Check my music out, it′s sick, I might buy me a house with this

I'm black, and I′m young, and I'm f- strapped with a -
They can't talk crap ′cause they dumb
Don′t know what the - happening
They say, Jesus' piece like I′m back to back with a nun
He resurrected his life for his - sake, just to have you some fun

There comes a time in a man's life
Doing crime is just a man′s vice
Vaporize, my brain is paying pan fried
I sublime until I am high
You can't tell a man what he can′t try
Watch the faith of a mustard seed expand in size
I'm the shit, but at least he can't fly
Jagged edges like a ham pie
I′m getting cheese now where′s the damn Rye
She need my wishes, my command right? Right?


I tell my man I can't wait for you to come home
Drum line, one band, one sound, trumpets, and trombones
I feel the - growth like processed hormones
My intuition is the unknown
I let it ripen ′til you smell it like it's cologne
Serving niggas with appetizers, the rap arrival
I put the beat to sleep, call me the trackquilliser
Dandelion in the middle of the desert, analyze it

If she ask me which way to go, I bet I can′t advise her
Listen to one of my tracks, label me the antagoniser
Niggas be like Hodgy need to grab the bible
So I grabbed the bible, study like I fathom idols
You after fame nigga, I'm after the title
The best

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