[Verse 1: Yungstud]
Inglorious, I’m the bastard, notoriously imaginative
Adjectives are just stored in me, enforcing verbal catastrophes
Passionately, forced to be, important, a man of creed
Haphazardly, orderly, when recording all of this magic
My mind has never been here, it’s always off on a tangent
I’ll murder you so bad, you’ll be bawling inside your casket
And it’s imperative I inherited, rarer gifts from genetics its
Hereditary, mixed with arrogance
Prideful, I’m a sinner, despiteful, I’m surely bitter
But whether you point the finger, you’d likely point at the mirror
A world of contradiction, and often I can’t admit that
My mind is honestly fixed on the oxymorons we live on
Slightly misanthropic, with a likeness to ignore it
Clinical psychologist just might be how to sort it
The human complexes, form a lot of these, hypocrisies
Promising to be honest, seen as liked and of importance
Virtue signalers, turn the mic on and record it
Governed by complexities with lies to be purported
I’m used to psyche dissecting the human mind that infects with
Illusive lies they’re the best but then usually time will attest at
What’s reflected underneath, a combination of beliefs
That’s holding chains amongst their feet, and ensues their minds to be left with
A set of actions reflecting their loser mindset and that’s when
Hope is gained amongst the grief to go amaze beyond belief, glorious
[Chorus: Benaiah Su]
We Glorious, glorious for months, all days
Stand up and strive on notorious parts of all age
We ain’t think like the others so ignore us if you may
Let the kings talk tradition, but it will slit you today
We Glorious, glorious for months, all days
We don’t sit in the rain and tell him it’s all rain
Read the books while Rays try to cop us to play
It’s just Me and Yungstud, bombin’, ripped off fangs
[Verse 2: Benaiah Su]
My racks, are like burgers, pats, they deserve to brag
When I’m a nervous man, little to kind for the whorest rats
The chorus sags to the bottom, I got orange, pants
Poorest cans, be like, “Yo I gottem”, it’s a foregin tram
A forest man was crippled now he done, it’s a lore and damn
The total man, is two O six bones, and I broke 3 quarter and
Don’t need no Tourist for Japan, I’m an order, ran
Many miles, Morales, swang through the border, man
Bust the doors To let yall know the man, he be coded, fan
Get yall relaxed and sat back and act like he in a ordered van
Yo daughter stand up for herself so now she a normal man
I tore a dam when you blast my music, now the water plant
A seed for a prestige high status in the law of land
What’s more to brag I can click redeem but I’m just too slow to hand
Just fold the can and drink it up like someone’s daughter, man
Or call the plan, tell em it’s on, it’s the war for rant
A door is trash unless it was touched by a moral man
Birth rates are down deep in Japan, like a coral man
The dicks are up waiting for a woman, that’s a tourist slang
Feel in a nightclub knock her door for a formal bang
Rarely seen on TV, but clip to the side and see me
But a glimpse of my eye I see fees, and then I rip to my side and breath ease
Oh middle, oh those little? Get to the foes and hold and fiddle
Their brain are stucked like fangs, and blood just came outta they reign
The pain is gone, the rate is lost, gon switch up for the cameras for pop
In danger the cost, take your talk, say u gon do, then you fake for post
A lake of loss I talk shit you know what you fund
And I’m Benaiah Su and this is what I’ve done
[Chorus: Benaiah Su]
We Glorious, glorious for months, all days
Stand up and strive on notorious parts of all age
We ain’t think like the others so ignore us if you may
Let the kings talk tradition, but it will slit you today
We Glorious, glorious for months, all days
We don’t sit in the rain and tell him it’s all rain
Just ride in the tide, young dumb, it’s our reign
It’s just Me and Yungstud, bombin’, ripped off fangs, bitch
