DJ Ogee - Glory lyrics

[Verse 1] This kid Corey was fiending for glory He dodged Ds, bust a story, getting green was mandatory Did jooks, hit it with right hooks, dug his pockets That's the true sk** of real crooks Yo son there's a victim Yo, your kid sicker We got to get this loot for my seed and my wisdom He needs Pampers I'm apt to turn the first brother I see into a casualty for cheese Ease back, Corey's the real fat cat Wanted a normal life, too late to turn back to that I couldn't understand why my brother C Couldn't stop sticking Big Willie n***as for weed Proceed with the vest on his chest Wilder than the west When Corey rolled up, brothers respect Forget bets, the only one I'm making Is that the life that my man led is leading to disintegration Incarceration, Core might be facing Deportation, back to Barbados with the Bajans Aces up his sleeve, lawyer that cost 20 G's Made the judge believe that the sh** in C car was not a key Cooker, illegal drug pusher Had enough dough to let his wife pick dresses like his son pick boogers He shook more men the merrier Word on the street is that son released hysteria [Hook x2] You got to live in this life man Take it from me that living foul ain't the right plan When I examine everything for so long It's so hard to hold on Don't fall, hold on [Verse 2] Yo Corey was a hustler You front, he bust you down like blunts Stacks of dough, all a n***a wants Plus c*nts for the crew, mad weed residue Word around the block, Corey's alive, good news He learned the street rules from cats bubbling white stuff in vats Tit-for-tat he even knew how to rap Yo figure that Cap peeler, not a squealer One night he got drunk off a poor (?) mixed with (?) Messed up his head, had thoughts of seeing angels Different aberrations appearing from all angles In ten seconds, the world went by Tomorrow his girl would cry Tonight's tears are from his eyes Everybody knows the tale Local hero slain, slaughterer up in jail For real, Corey is a correlation Of all them soldiers who went away on permanent vacation Had (?) facing d**h, no room for error The angels was really hoods in dark leathers Core was clever, he tried to escape But his past was detrimental, what sealed his fate Shots were heard in the BK Brothers give no leeway, strictly gunplay was on today He went down in the hell of blazing fire Bullets, too numerous, cops couldn't count the amount acquired Now the men that just done that deed Fleed the scene in a getaway car, got away clean Dreams that he had for him and his fam Are now reduced from real things to funeral plans I am one who walks in the deep Sent to chronicle the chapters of Corey's on the ghetto streets When I look back, Corey was cool Reflecting on the things that my man had to do So who knows who that brother C could've been A world champion in the eyes of his friends Depend on how brothers interpret the story Whatever you do, don't be another Corey [Hook x2]