Glorious Mourning
演唱：Rick Hyde、Keisha PlumGlorious Mourning (Explicit) - Rick Hyde/Keisha Plum
Lyrics by：Angel Manuel Ortiz (Tre Eiht)/Darius Grayson (Rick Hyde)/Jeremie Pennick (Benny The Butcher)/Amber Joy Croskery (Keisha Plum)
Composed by：Angel Manuel Ortiz (Tre Eiht)
Uhuh
Its Ricky
Round Here It's Better When You Got The Strength In Number
Hustle All Winter Then We Kill Em Every Summer
N***as Selling Oxys Eight Ball Tryna Come Up
We Was Evening H2 Like A Hummer
I Kept My Enemies Close
My Friends Was At Distance
They Think That I'm Standoffish
I'm Just Watching My Position
The Top Feel A Little Different
Especially When You Glistening
All I Know Is Trees Wrapped In Bells Like Its Christmas
Actions Speak Louder
Look At This For Instance
I Can Tell You Imma Shoot You But To Do It Is The Difference
At First You Gotta Set The Quarter
To Make It Is The Mission
Everytime I'm Counting Like I'm Speaking Into Existence
I Shower In Success Hope It Wash Away My Sorrow
Lord Forgive Me For My Sins Cos You Aint Promised Tomorrow
My Stress Is In This Blunt
My Problems In This Bottle
Your Life Is At My Fingertip This 40 Filled With Hollows
Motherf**king Im
Prepare For A Mental Funeral
Mass Grave Yards For The Visual
N***as Alwasy Wanna Eat Off Your Plate
But Only If Its Brunch At The 4 Seasons
They Pretend To Love You For All The Wrong Reasons
Hard To Trust A Soul
It's A Wonder I'm Still Breathing
Lucifer Was An Angel First
Fell From Grace
Virgins Chase
Gold Crown On My Head
Mirror Staring In The Devils Face
God Almost Took My Breath Away
N***as Stay Strapped Every Single Day
The Knowledge We Drop Is Foreign
The Free Slave Is An Oxymoron
Give You A Luxurious Death
Drive Bys In The Foreign
Keisha Plug
Rick Hyde
Glorious Mourning
Ha
The Butcher Coming N***a
Its A Difference From N***as Faking And Hustlers Who Really Shaking
I'm Dion With Stars On His Jersey And Ricky Aikmond
Why Give A Statement
I'll Come Home Loyal And Get A Banquet
The Feds Had You Hiding Out In A Basement Way Out In Anchorage
Yall Not Finna Prove Me Wrong
Just Watch How I Do Theses Frauds
Im Tipsy Off Champaign
I Got Front The Louis Store
We Prophets With Jewelry On
Oshrigs And Coogi On
And You Was Getting Robbed On Blocks I Was Ruthly On Let's Go
Prison On A Man I Never Wish That
Its Crazy Tho
Cos Yall Made Decision I Made A Impact
I Prolly Felt Sorry For N***as And Gave A B***h Back
But I Don't Never Remember Giving A Lick Back Ei Look
I Fought My Evil Ways
Cos The Cash Tempt Me
The Bottle Talking To Me Saying That Its Half Empty Ei Look
Black Soprano Mobb
I'm Still So Griselda
I Gave Them Place In The Hood Like A Homeless Shelter
Lets Go
Lyrics by：Angel Manuel Ortiz (Tre Eiht)/Darius Grayson (Rick Hyde)/Jeremie Pennick (Benny The Butcher)/Amber Joy Croskery (Keisha Plum)
Composed by：Angel Manuel Ortiz (Tre Eiht)
Uhuh
Its Ricky
Round Here It's Better When You Got The Strength In Number
Hustle All Winter Then We Kill Em Every Summer
N***as Selling Oxys Eight Ball Tryna Come Up
We Was Evening H2 Like A Hummer
I Kept My Enemies Close
My Friends Was At Distance
They Think That I'm Standoffish
I'm Just Watching My Position
The Top Feel A Little Different
Especially When You Glistening
All I Know Is Trees Wrapped In Bells Like Its Christmas
Actions Speak Louder
Look At This For Instance
I Can Tell You Imma Shoot You But To Do It Is The Difference
At First You Gotta Set The Quarter
To Make It Is The Mission
Everytime I'm Counting Like I'm Speaking Into Existence
I Shower In Success Hope It Wash Away My Sorrow
Lord Forgive Me For My Sins Cos You Aint Promised Tomorrow
My Stress Is In This Blunt
My Problems In This Bottle
Your Life Is At My Fingertip This 40 Filled With Hollows
Motherf**king Im
Prepare For A Mental Funeral
Mass Grave Yards For The Visual
N***as Alwasy Wanna Eat Off Your Plate
But Only If Its Brunch At The 4 Seasons
They Pretend To Love You For All The Wrong Reasons
Hard To Trust A Soul
It's A Wonder I'm Still Breathing
Lucifer Was An Angel First
Fell From Grace
Virgins Chase
Gold Crown On My Head
Mirror Staring In The Devils Face
God Almost Took My Breath Away
N***as Stay Strapped Every Single Day
The Knowledge We Drop Is Foreign
The Free Slave Is An Oxymoron
Give You A Luxurious Death
Drive Bys In The Foreign
Keisha Plug
Rick Hyde
Glorious Mourning
Ha
The Butcher Coming N***a
Its A Difference From N***as Faking And Hustlers Who Really Shaking
I'm Dion With Stars On His Jersey And Ricky Aikmond
Why Give A Statement
I'll Come Home Loyal And Get A Banquet
The Feds Had You Hiding Out In A Basement Way Out In Anchorage
Yall Not Finna Prove Me Wrong
Just Watch How I Do Theses Frauds
Im Tipsy Off Champaign
I Got Front The Louis Store
We Prophets With Jewelry On
Oshrigs And Coogi On
And You Was Getting Robbed On Blocks I Was Ruthly On Let's Go
Prison On A Man I Never Wish That
Its Crazy Tho
Cos Yall Made Decision I Made A Impact
I Prolly Felt Sorry For N***as And Gave A B***h Back
But I Don't Never Remember Giving A Lick Back Ei Look
I Fought My Evil Ways
Cos The Cash Tempt Me
The Bottle Talking To Me Saying That Its Half Empty Ei Look
Black Soprano Mobb
I'm Still So Griselda
I Gave Them Place In The Hood Like A Homeless Shelter
Lets Go