k**er Mike - So Glorious lyrics

Man, my story is, so glorious You know, I started off so notorious I will die a legend like Notorious My story is, so glorious Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, shine! My story is, so glorious Fat fly boy, young Notorious Notorious, for move makin' I got a pistol for a pen, cook bacon I'm a young G I'm a E.V., educated villain Who f**in' with me? I'm a book reader I'm a gang leader Triple bang and salute when the gang see him I'm in position that these other rappers envy They major, broke, and I get rich indie Yeah, I said I Get-Rich-IN-D Trill definition of that G.R.I.N.D God looked out, because my life changed It weren't for rap, I'd have a job of sell c**aine They say I celebrate the pusher, that's profane I say to feed my babies y'all I'll do anything I'll sell H, I'll sell C Because Malik and I are grown and Mikey gotta eat And I refuse, cause I promised I would not lose Until I'm gone, I'mma give these s**a' n***as blues Here come the blues, n***a! Young Muddy Waters In the club sweating hot with your smelly daughters Young 8Ball, on my way to legendary Even [?] will have to point and say, "That n***a's very heavy!" To son me, you gon' have to get a Bun B Because the Pimp C in me won't let you pump me Aye watch your mouth n***a I'm from the South n***a And you might smell my cologne at your house n***a Money, money, money Seems that's all that I'm about, n***a I got a bad queen She want a lot of things And she gon' have it all Tear down the mall Good riddance to my ex-b**hes, I holla y'all I see you and your new n***a at my show He love Pledge 2, he love song 4 I love the West side, I love Zone 4 Dixie Hills, Simpson Road that's what I do it for Martin Luther King, Bankhead and Ashby But now it's Lowery That's where the loud be And everywhere I be that's where the crowd be But I'm a street n***a, partner don't crowd me And don't push me, and don't shush me Cause I'm the opposite of whatever is p**y Ass n***a, you ain't talking cash n***a Then it's lost in translation Get up out my face and Go to the room where the s**a' n***as sit Sit around and talk some of that s**a n***a sh** The way y'all cackling [?] is like y'all s**ing n***a's dick No h*mo promo, but y'all s**as acting like a b**h I fell off and came up again, I am 50 Cent I know you don't love me I'm black and I'm ugly But I got money, so these fly b**hes f** me And I got hits now, so you haters can't duck me My life has turned to magic, this is David Copperfield The pretty women hug me and beg for me to cop a feel Them crackas call a n***a they want me to cop a deal But I don't talk 360 unless we talking 'bout a mil If they talking major money, we can talk and that's what up If they ain't talking 'bout that then I remain indie as f** They say I'm underrated and they sorry for my loss And I reply I'm sorry that y'all broke and got a boss On Pledge 1 I told the world what I'm about to do The blind couldn't see it so I showed 'em Pledge 2 God In the Building had to help 'em gain focus Pledge 3 is here, I give you the magnum opus