D.R. Da Rula - Da Glorious Freestyle

This shit for the gutsy and glorious
For the gutsy and the glorious
This shit for the gutsy and glorious
For the gutsy and the glorious

I ain't gone shoot em, I'm gone cut em with this sword I'm a warrior
She know all these hoes be on dick, it don't worry her
Lately I'm like fuck it, if it don't make sense or make me money
Being broke a joke, you on gram like it's something funny
Made 60 at a job at only 20 something
Fuck that, I'm tryna touch 100
Put up 50 of it
In the strip club with something bold on me
Damn baby girl with all that ass
Won't you come get you some titty money
She like boy you only want some pussy
Yeah come give it to me
Lately I been feeling all this pressure
Shit been getting to me
My baby mama for no games don't put no hickey on me
Give a bitch the cold shoulder
Bo guarding on the road a nigga think he getting over
Getting wiser, getting older
You can't play me like a fool nigga
It ain't working on me
You can't be the boss you gone forever be the worker homie
I just cracked the code, you can't even scratch the surface on it

Don't let me catch you pinching in my bag nigga
Put my foot all in yo ass, ain't no my bad nigga
The hate stop working now
All I hear is lies nigga
I can tell you cap if you cant look into my eyes nigga
They be like who yo supplier nigga
We got the work, what you need we provide nigga
I can tell you ain't having shit, its no surprise
If you busy getting yours, you wouldn't be too cornered with mine nigga
So why you so concerned with mine nigga
Tell this hoe get off my line nigga
Bitch get off my line

She ain't want me back when I had no bands
Tell me why is that?
Broke hoe ain't got a rack
Love lost, can't buy it back
These niggas washed up, shelfed, they on the towel rack
Wasted all your money in this shit, can't get a dollar back
I can feel this shit up in my bones, I think I got arthritis
Nigga if my finger get to itching I'm gone get excited
You might get ignited
Never got the chance to push the bag cause I was mommas brightest
Y'all up but they won't throw you shit cause you got fumblitis
Won't let you take me from my baby, don't you play it crazy
850 Fendi's with the laces
Stomp him out in fashion
Rolling up in traffic we gone spark it when we get on Gratiot
If I see a opp, he betta juke me like Lamar Jackson
Foul on the play, if I see 12 then we yellow flagging
It's a couple niggas in the field, a couple playing madden
You ain't got your heart in this shit then you shouldn't be rapping
You ain't play no part in this script while you steady acting

This shit for the gutsy and glorious
This shit for the gutsy and glorious
For the gutsy and the glorious

Written by:
DWAYNE REYNOLDS

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