Glory To The Lord

Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord I popped 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 sun shine on a nigga 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 sport If your lawyer paid and you made 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 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 concords, 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 it's a joy, when I wake up and I whip that Porsche And they screaming "ay nigga I ain't gon' hit that Forbes" I'm like bitch of course, bitch of course Rich and gorgeous, I wasn't given choice And I switch the course If money talks, bitch I'm hoarse And I'm sick of the arguing And the conversation it seem like it's too hard to win All you wanna do is bring up all of my flaws again Man I'm so flawed, 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, shit was so hard Now it's food on the table so my niggas don't starve At the club like, Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord I popped 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 sun shine on a nigga 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 sport If your lawyer paid and you made 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 coming up You used to say you couldn't afford it, my nigga You shouldn't talk in to a toilet, my nigga I ain't even have a travel ride, now all my cars imported And I'm like, Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord Ay man Robert made it out, glory to the Lord I rolled up, load up man just to keep a piece of mind Glory to the Lord, I street perform man I swear it's so motherfucking cold outside Glory to the Lord Just name it, it was something I couldn't afford Now I rock the kind of shit, that ain't never hit stores First thing I'mma say After every award Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord Penthouse suite feel like God when I look down Word to the Lord I'm the R&B James Brown I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus that I ain't there Swag on heaven let the church say Amen Shawty is the shit, no Manure Booty so big, Hallellujah And all my niggas paid now, glory to the Lord And all my bills paid now, glory to the Lord And we gon' pop a hundred bottles every club I host And I got all my homies with me that's the Homie Ghost Church Glory to the Lord, glory to the Lord I popped 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 sun shine on a nigga 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 sport If your lawyer paid and you made out in court And your baby mama took you off child support You at the club like (Glory to the Lord) Like what else you could say But, but roll me up a good J And, and let me show you how the hood pray We be like (Glory to the Lord)