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Glorified
4,555
Hip-Hop/Rap
Glorified was released on September 25, 2017 by Black Circle / EMPIRE as a part of the album 24 Hours
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Release DateSeptember 25, 2017
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Royce Monroe Coffin
Royce Monroe Coffin
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Super is (D-Rock)
[Verse 2]
I jump at the homie with the stick, and it modified
She 'em hunnids, they horrified
**** in the streets, you know I'm glorified
Different spots, like I'm a fucking cheetah
Flying high, like I'm a bald eagle
I learned the harder way, just like the Tyrannosaurus
From King Kong, I got a green filler, I got a whole load
I weigh some THC all on my Fendi
I weigh some CBD all on my Gucci
Fuck it, in my hood, they gon' salute me
Fuck it, I might have to go and coup it
Run it, she just drippin' juice, bustin' out a Cuban
When I hit the OG, I don't think I'm human
Trap house jumpin' like a frog, I'm leapin'
Open up the door, choppa preachin' like a nice to meet you
[Verse 3]
What's that, a Cuban with VS?
I just hit the bag, UPS
She rubbin' the hair on my chest
I feel like a Cuban connect
I keep me a Glock, like a serve and protect
I'm a cop I protect
I just need an address, and I'll have it in forty-eight hours, or less
My diamonds, they came from a teller, I got paint on my eyes
I just work on her leg, and she open her thighs
Open the counter, the better surprise
Open the door, it's a chopper starin' at you in the face
I just flooded the face
Feds finna come, we gon' clear out the place
I got armor for days, I got outta town plays
Just like a barber, the stick finna cut him  fade
They tryna' come and ride a **** wave
I'ma get money till I hit the grave
I don't participate unless paid
I hit lil' mama, and she said it was great
I got more on the way, they gon' go out today
I told the plug, "Let me assemble the plays"
I'm just gon' shoot till an example is made
I split the shippin' alone on the chain
[Verse 4]
I jump at the homie with the stick, and it modified
She 'em hunnids, they horrified
****, in the streets, you know I'm glorified
Different spots, like I'm a fucking cheetah
Flying high, like I'm a bald eagle
I learned the harder way, just like the Tyrannosaurus
From King Kong, I got a green filler, I got a whole load
I weigh some THC all on my Fendi
I weigh some CBD all on my Gucci
Fuck it, in my hood, they gon' salute me
Fuck it, I might have to go and coup it
Run it, she just drippin' juice, bustin' out a Cuban
When I hit the OG, I don't think I'm human
Trap house jumpin' like a frog, I'm leapin'
Open up the door, choppa preachin' like a nice to meet you
Written by: Daniel Lebrun, Royce Monroe Coffin, Tysen Jay Bolden
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