T-Sk**z - Glory lyrics

[Verse 1] Sonin' n***as cause I'm poppin' really Got the bars so I'm playing Willy Wonka Going bonkers cause I'm really jiggy Flip, the cash stats say we really winning Glory glory glory glory Y'all be taking L's with no Spanish meaning n***as steady leaning, never slowed the hustle Give it all I got till I fill the duffle Oh my God, oh my God Get the money then I hit the bank Been a soldier n***a, check the rank f** around then we shooting with a tank Cases on cases on cases Abuja's a hell of a city, I come from the jungle Chain just swing like gorillas I'm with it, I'm with it, n***as ain't f**ing with my sh** [Hook] Back on this sh** We fly for this sh** Give 5 for the 6 and my blunt is lit I'm sayin' it honestly, you can't f** with this Told you I'm on this sh**, you know I'm on a wave Can't move us, I'm gonna stay Take no bullsh**, I'm gonna slay Harm me, nah nah She know, I know The C notes I blow, 5 O's I'm gone [Verse 2] Schooling n***as, I'm the teacher really Got the ball so I'm playing Kobe Bryant Shawty bad then I'm dunking in it Got my rings wifing all your shawtys init Powers powers powers powers b**hes f**ing with me like I won a raffle n***as scared to diss cause they know the powers Love is bittersweet, I done tasted sour On my life, on my life Got Jay on the beat while he cooking that sh** Flick of the wrist while he making that beat Like royalty shoes, they bow to the feet Money on my mind I won't stop until I make it All my n***as in Margiela so you know we eating [Interlude] You're not my level You will never be on my level Period, simple and plain Accept the loss and say you know what It's okay to be number two, its okay to be right behind me It's okay [Bridge] I see bodies in the mortuary Cemetery looking very scary, I see bodies buried Your favourite MC got pictures in here; obituary Father forgive me, I broke your commandments again Body bagging when I pick up a pen Drop a jam so you know is a gem Really real, get the money Hit the duffle, hit the bank Keep the dough, tryna jump We get the bus and we doing road To the flow, when we move Chasing cars, yeah we switching roads In the studio doing overtime Now we hustle all the f**ing time f** your grind [Verse 3] Grinding; all my n***as riding with me Steady going hard, came up from the ground f** the beat up, I ride for my city Make the booth get lit when I spit my sh** See the flow so deadly like I slit my wrist A1 bars, on some hitlist sh** Flexing, amazing, that crispy sh** All that bullsh** n***a, better miss me with Cause face to face, we can't interact Cause your sh** is wack, I'm just stating facts If I flip the cash cause I'm spitting hard You're just talking crud with no backing n***a On my grind, ain't no slackin' n***a In the city with the realest n***as If they catch you slippin', then the Lord be with ya Hallelujah Father, may the peace be with ya