So Glorious - Killer Mike, Kalumet

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 pig, cook bacon

I’m a young G

I’m a E.V., educated villain

Who fuckin' 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 cocaine

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, Aniyah, Pony, Mike have gotta eat

And I refuse, cause I promised I would not lose

Until I’m gone, I’mma give these sucka' niggas blues

Here come the blues, nigga!

Young Muddy Waters

In the club sweating hot with your Slutty daughters

Young 8Ball, on my way to legendary

Even Pun will have to point and say, «That nigga’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 nigga

I’m from the South nigga

And you might smell my cologne at your house nigga

Money, money, money

Seems that’s all that I’m about, nigga

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-bitches, I holla y’all

I see you and your new nigga 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 nigga, partner don’t crowd me

And don’t push me, and don’t shush me

Cause I’m the opposite of whatever is pussy

Ass nigga, you ain’t talking cash nigga

Then it’s lost in translation

Get up out my face and

Go to the room where the sucka' niggas sit

Sit around and talk some of that sucka nigga shit

The way y’all cackling (?) is like y’all sucking nigga’s dick

No homo promo, but y’all suckas acting like a bitch

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 bitches fuck 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 nigga 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 fuck

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