[Bridge]
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
I tried a bottle told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, Glory to the Lord
Plus i got my homies getting rich, Glory to the Lord
At the club like
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
He let the sunshine on a n***a from the hood
Man i done made it off the block, Glory to the Lord
Let’s pop a hundred bottles screaming out glory to the Lord
[Hook]
(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every style you spoil
If you know you paid and you made it out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what else you couldn’t say
But, but roll me up a good J
And, and let me show you how the hood pray
We be like
[Verse 1: King Los]
(Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
I mean i could’ve been broke in a Honda Accord
Now i don’t rock it if it don’t say Tom Ford
Black tuxedo on with some cargos, screaming out
(Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord)
I mean you know it’s a war, you know it’s a war
Every time i hit the floor break, you know it’s your boy
You know [?] , when i wake up and i whip that Porsche
And they screaming ay n***a are you gon’ hit that Forbes
I’m like b**h ofcourse, b**h ofcourse
b**h i’m gorgeous, i wasn’t given choice
And i switch the course
If money talks, b**h i’m hoarse
And i’m sick of the arguing
And the conversation is seem like it’s too hard to win
All you wanna do is bring up all of my flaws again
Man i’m so fly, Oh God
You never love me halfway you do the whole job
Light up my path let me be my own star
As i look back man sh** was so hard
Now it’s food on the table so my n***as don’t starve
[Hook: King Los (R. Kelly)]
At the club like
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
I tried a bottle told the whole story to my boys
I got a rollie on my wrist, Glory to the Lord
Plus i got my homies getting rich, Glory to the Lord
At the club like
Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord
He let the sunshine on a n***a from the hood
Man i done made it off the block, Glory to the Lord
Let’s pop a hundred bottles screaming out glory to the Lord
(Glory to the Lord)
If they hate every style you spoil
If you know you paid and you made it out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
(Let’s have a toast to [?])
[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
You used to say you couldn’t afford it, my n***a
This sh** dropping to the [?] , my n***a
I ain’t even had a [?]