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Glow (Explicit) - Hell Razah
You know what it is right
They don't wanna see us blow
They don't wanna see us with dough
They don't wanna see us flow
Hell no we glow
You knew it was the end
The way we came in the door
Hit the club and I'm a leave with your hoe
Hoe hoe
My flames be hot every time that I throw
Ain't nothing new son I did this before
GGO my niggas flip money
Like it ain't no more
'Cause no friends
When there ain't no more
For the lust of currency
They put their trust in this country
All your friends be cunningly
When they hungry
Jealousy wanna stop the prophet
Niggas hate to see money in our
Pockets but they don't knock it
Sold your soul like stock markets
Regardless
We bare heartless
With or without revolvers
We been this way before Godfather's
Or Al Pacino
Catch me with blacks and Latinos
Jamaicans Mexicans
Malcolm X again with a pen
Set a trend watch you
And your friend go copy it
Got Boricua's screaming how poppy is sick
The illest shorty on the floppy disk
Watch me it clips
Surpass and outshine all that light you get
First you live then you reathe it out
Write it and spit
And I'm a leave
With the same deeds I came in with
You can't die with those riches you've got
Them b**ches you got
Enjoy life before it can stop it's too short
What's hip hop without New York'
You should of thought
I seen brothers get their face cut over Newport's
Stickup kids who live for you
To take your shoes off
We got lawyers working
For us that'll lie in the court
We still repent even if Christ ain't die on the cross
Gamble life like a dice game
Head crack a row aces
Dept pays off your sent wages
This takes place on a weekly basis
In this business of handshakes and smiling faces
Hatred from the whole ghetto made us racist
Exclusive
Got fanatics can't wait to tape it
Spiritual so a secret agent can't trace it
Blessed be the soul seek patience
We ain't too far from y'all
Starting to worship a gold pagan
Mystic God in the form of Satan
Until nation rides against nation
You got wars and more rumours of wars
It's yours truly
Every track out I drop jewelry
I'm reality not a movie you be sitcom
A sick con while hip hop sit in my palm
Let me hear a rhyme
That ain't about crime and firearms
I'm a quiet bomb
Y'all niggas can't disconnect
If my voice ever left I'm a use the internet
Ask Meth if I'm hot enough to come as a threat
And is it safe for you put down and place your bet'
You want a hit record
Tell your label cut me a check
I leave them scared to rhyme
Have a verse stuck in his neck
They don't wanna see us blow
They don't wanna see us with dough
They don't wanna see us flow
Hell no we glow
You knew it was the end
The way we came in the door
Hit the club a
Nd I'ma leave with your ho ho ho
My flames be hot every time that I throw
Ain't nothing new son I did this before
GGO my niggas flip money like it ain't no more
Cause no friends when there ain't no more