Bobby Rhude

(アルバム： Peace "Fly" God - 2022)

Brra (Woah)
Griselda
The glory
Brra
Brra, son (Yeah)

Before our very eyes, the heroin game became something else
Something for wealth, whip the work and leave hunnids of welts
It hurts when your friends become addicts and don't want any help (Man)
Rest in peace my nigga that died with his gun in his belt
We tried and tested (Spin out here)
Mind detect the mind, my destiny, make the right investments
Bitches see me and asking all kind of questions
Teflon vest (Fuck outta here), shorty in designer dresses
She bugging out all the time, stressed (Damn, mama)
Fuck if I'm impressed with you lil' niggas, minor flexes (Fuck outta here)
Sign the checks and then fly to Texas, shining necklace
Two or three shits, my name and rank is too prestigious (I'm the God)
I'm never falling off or running out of gas reason (Never)
Niggas eager to do me like Judas'll do to Jesus (Uh-huh)
Brutus was backstabbed, his best friend Julius Caesar
The empire rise and fall (Niggas is snakes)
Taught a few niggas who legends now how to ball (That's a fact)
The thought of living luxury, had us by the balls (Adlibs)
Came a long way from beating Percocet fiends in the alley with Tylenols

The glory (Woah)
The glory (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm so proud of myself, I never fell victim (Nah)
Some niggas never coming up out the penal system (Swear to God, nigga)
Some niggas used to be dons, now they sniffing downers (It's crazy)
Dominican niggas with power that brought in bricks of powder
I'm in the Fontainebleau lobby drinking whiskey sours

The glory (Uh-huh)
The glory (You know what I'm sayin'?)
(That's how it feel, baby, you know what I'm sayin'?)
(We go hard for ours, dawg, you know what I mean?)
The glory (Yeah)

Gloria Estefan as a neighbor, that's the ambition, hands glisten
Hunnid grand missions, now the fans wishing
To see who Daddy Nack Mandela be hitting, Japan shitting (Uh-huh)
Son, I got at least two bad bitches, OnlyFans clicking (We getting money)
You wouldn't tell by the look of my trap, you're standing in an advanced kitchen (Serving slabs)
I'm gram pitching, FBI circuits jammed and glitching (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
Niggas see me, they whining and bitching (Fuck wrong with' you?)

The glory (Hahaha)
The glory (Yeah)

I'm nothing like the rest of these niggas with the same story
Aim the 40 (Baow), infinite bankrolls, share the vision with her, take a seat
Give me a few minutes, let me explain the story (Let me break it down to you)
You'll 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 (Following the digits, man)
(That shit lethal)