LA Duce - Glory

Cuban links for the time and the pain
Gold ropes for the storm and the rain
Now we up in the game
Getting to it so much stress in my brain
Niggas jealous so it's one in the brain
Like we ain't suppose to be here all the losses we took
When the shipped stopped a little bit these hoe niggas shook
Hoes use to brush me off now they give me that look
Stay away from the judge that's tryna throw you that book
Del Rosa Ave is where this started we was riding the bus
No breakfast we was homeless had to wait till school lunch
Messed up and my family said i wouldn't be nothing
It always the black sheep that always grow to be something
You can't tell i put my life and my soul in this shit
We was fucked up now we getting dough in this bitch
Excuse my french now we stacking up the dough to get rich
I done been through hell a pain my heart when cold in this bitch
To be the greatest of all time watching my team shine
My niggas is big dawgs you niggas is small frys
Stayed on that front line
Perform when it's crunch time
You niggas had y'all turn now niggas it's our time
Shaking off them losses bounce back straight bosses
Playing wit these niggas wrong move and we gone chalk em
Known for bussing moves i don't to much talking
Push to start now remember times when we was walking
Getting to this green like a nigga play for Boston
Cuban links and gold ropes they see us big flossing
They ain't give us shit dawg we had to randy moss em
Oh they finally woke up but now it's gone cost em
Cuban links and gold ropes nigga

Written by:
Anthony Ford

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