Glory - Hodgy

If I could ask for anything it would be apprehension

Malice is pretentious, no further questioning

Balanced with a shin splint

Esteem, the pedal leveraging down to Earth how it’s sitting

My flows are pimping, this shit rot, ya’ll gone have to exhibit

Dissecting my life apart like a frog with no ribbit

I’ve done it this time, I did it, they snitching to the witness

I’ve crumbled it down to settlements 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 henchmans

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 eye 'em till it’s outta sight

You’re free to die, damn 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

Be forced to ice your wrist

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 fucking strapped with a gun

They can’t talk crap 'cause they dumb

Don’t know what the fuck’s happening

They say, Jesus' piece like I’m back to back with a nun

He resurrected his life, for his fucking sake just to

Have you some fun

There comes a time in a man’s life

Doing crime is just a man’s vice

Vaporise, 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

Drumline, one band, one sound, trumpets and trombones

I feel the fucking growth like processed hormones

My intuition is the unknown

I let it ripen till you smell it like it’s cologne

Serving niggas with appetisers, the rap arrival

I put the beat to sleep, call me the track-quilizer

Dandelion in the middle of the desert, bitch analyse 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

What it is a man without his word, his word

What it is a, man without his