Westside Gunn - Bobby Rhude Lyrics

Brrt (Griselda)
The glory
Brrt, brrt, son (yeah)

Before our very eyes, the heroin game became somethin' else
Somethin' for wealth, whip the work and leave hunnids where-else
It hurts when your friends become addicts and don't want any help
Rest in peace my nigga that died with his gun in his belt
We tried to test it (spin out here)
My detector, my destiny, make the right investments (money)
Bitches see me and askin' all kind of questions
Teflon vest (f*ck outta here), shorty in designer dresses
She buggin' out all the time, stressed (chill, mami)
F*ck followin' presence, it's lil' niggas, minor flexes (f*ck outta here)
Signin' checks and then fly to Texas, solid necklace
Two or three shits, my name'll ring, too prestigious (I'm the God)
I'm never fallin' off or runnin' out of gas reason (never)
Niggas eager to do me like Judas do to Jesus (uh-huh)
Brutus done back-stabbed his best friend, Julius Caesar
The empire rise before (niggas is snakes)
Tornful niggas who legends know how to ball? (That's a fact)
Started livin' luxury, had us by the balls (adlibs)
Came a long way from beatin' percocet fiends in the alley, Tylenols

The glory (whoa)
The glory (yeah)

So proud of myself, I never fell victim (nah)
Some niggas never comin', about to beat, now fifth 'em (swear to God, nigga)
Some niggas used to be dons, now they sniffin' diamond (that's crazy)
Dominican niggas who powered or brought a bricks powder (fiend out)
I'm in the Fontainebleau lobby drinkin' whiskey sours

The glory (uh-huh)
The glory (you know I'm sayin'?)
(That's what we feel, baby)
(You know I'm sayin', we go hard for ours, you nah I mean?)
The glory (yeah)

Gloria Estefan, that's the neighbor, that's an ambition, hands glisten
Hunnid grand missin', now the fans switchin'
The single daddy, Nackmandela be hittin' Japan and shit (uh-huh)
Son, I got at least two bad bitches OnlyFans clickin' (gettin' money)
You would've tell by the look of my trap
You standin' in an advance kitchen
I'm grand pissin' (strange lab)
Fbi searched, hands to glisten
Niggas see me, they whining and bitching (f*ck is wrong with you?)

The glory
The glory (yeah)

I'm nothin' like the rest of these niggas with the same story
Aim the forty (baow), infinite bankrolls, shit official with it, take a seat
Give me a few minutes, let me explain the story (let me break it down to you)
You'd be surprised what niggas ready to sacrifice for the fame and glory (for real)
Peace to the legends that came before me (yeah)

Glory (yeah)
The glory (just followin' digits, man)
(You know)